Saturday, June 25, 2016

Armor For Sleep - What To Do When You Are Dead



Just like with metal, I was the antithesis to all things “emo” during high school. I holed up in 90’s punk and ska, shunning almost anything that deviated from my favorite sounds, defaming any band sporting the label “punk” without meeting my ridiculous and retrospectively uninformed definition. Even when a mix CD of various emo and skramz bands fell into my possession, I saw it only as silly, as worthless, despite the fact that some of those songs were actually really, really good.

There are few songs left in my head from that gifted mix of emo, but one tune, "Basement Ghost Singing" by Armor For Sleep always stood out to me as the top track. And when I stumbled upon a $3 used copy of that song’s parent record, What to Do When You Are Dead, I picked it up as a joke, assuming that I would again be delightfully disappointed by how bad it was. But when I popped it into my CD player on the way home, I was immediately overwhelmed by how good, by how real, the music felt to me. I found myself addicted to its heady, emotional tunes, and much to my chagrin, I loved every second of it.


Primarily composed by lead singer Ben Jorgensen, What To Do When You Are Dead sounds like the inside of a manic-depressive’s diary: the guitars rage through distorted power chords, Nash Breen wavers between gentle beats and crash-ridden grooves, and Jorgensen howls in a voice familiar with despair. While almost every song follows the same structural formula, there is a great variance in dynamics across and even within those songs, spacing valleys of emotive breakdowns and melodies between mountains of sound and fury. And when Armor For Sleep does reach for loud and fast, they give it their all, throwing themselves wholly at their instruments.

Just as Armor For Sleep employs heavy dynamic changes across the record, so too do they vary their sound palate. Between punk thrashers like “The Truth About Heaven” and “The More You Talk, The Less I Hear,” the band inserts gentler pieces, delving into post-hardcore melodies on “Awkward Last Words” and “Walking at Night, Alone.” They further explore sound by genre-hopping a bit, tacking on an orchestral outro to “Awkward Last Words” and filling out the closer “The End of a Fraud” with a gospel chorus. For “A Quick Little Flight,” they even eschew the rock aesthetic completely, opting instead to voice the song entirely with a droopy keyboard and an electronic beat.

 

On What To Do When You Are Dead, Armor For Sleep expertly steers their brand of pop-punk through vastly different sonic territories, but no more so than in “Basement Ghost Singing,” the song that introduced me to this act. Floating into existence on a spacious guitar and an ethereal vocal, the band layers electronica and emo in their sound, adding programmed drums and layers of reverb and delay that soundscape a lonely afterlife. Even Anthony Dilonno’s bass seems dialed into a more synthesized tone to reflect the atmospheric shape of the song, which unexpectedly explodes into a finale of pessimistic punk. According to Jorgensen, “Basement Ghost Singing” shows the band taking a chance at being different, and while most other acts would have flopped hard trying to blend two antithetical sounds, this band absolutely nails it.

 

Armor For Sleep absolutely knocks their instrumentation out of the park on this record, but when listening to the lyrics, I remember why my younger self had such a hard time appreciating this style of music. Though the record’s title gives it away, the writing on What to Do When You Are Dead is ridiculously depressing. Jorgensen’s lyrics are loaded with a combination of self-pity and self-loathing; his final moan of “I would still die for you” in “Car Underwater” is more melodramatic than the lead in a high school play. Similarly, the lines “I started feeling bad for myself today / But then I stopped ‘cause I don’t care” in “Stay on the Ground” are so dripping with angst that it’s difficult to give Jorgensen’s complaints any credence.

The vocal tone of What to Do When You Are Dead is blatant despair and zero variation, and I can sum up my initial assessment of the record’s lyrics with an exaggerated eye roll. Yet, the fact that WTDWYAD is in fact a loose concept record really helps justify the outward depressive self-indulgence. As Jorgensen describes it, the concept combines “death and heartbreak” into one scenario that the album explores simultaneously, taking teenaged torment and applying it to a much broader topic.
Beginning with a hidden pregap track, the album tells the story of a distraught lover who takes his own life, only to find his soul stuck on earth. He spends his afterlife pining for his unrequited lover, while finding ways to accept the consequences of his rash decision. When read on a whole, the lyrical concept actually suggests a journey through the Kubler-Ross 5 Stages of Grief, painting the protagonist’s journey of dealing with his own death as well as the loss of his loved one. Thus, the whiny line “I wanna live again” in “Awkward Last Words” suddenly becomes a plea for reversal, while the statement “You can’t turn off that you’re dead / You just deal with it” in “I Have Been Right All Along” communicates an acceptance that only this journey could bring. While Jorgensen’s lyrics are immediately drenched in angst and whine, a closer look at their internal narrative puts that feeling into perspective, sewing them together to show us a boy making a serious mistake and having to cope with the consequences.

 

Between the violently emotive instrumentation and the comprehensive lyrical concept, What To Do When You Are Dead is overall a very complete record. There is no lack of depth on this CD, of subtlety or of feeling, and I still find myself endlessly discovering new beautiful moments within its confines. It still baffles me that my only reason for ever picking it up was to dig for nostalgic laughs, and further still that this record turned out to be so damned good. Never has the bittersweet taste of eating my words been so fulfilling.
Tunes to Check Out:
1) The Truth About Heaven
3) Basement Ghost Singing

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Suicide Silence - The Cleansing


My college years were my first real foray into the genre of metal. I had been surrounded by it during high school; but it had been the plague then, and I’d wanted nothing to do with it. Yet just with as every doe-eyed college student, I felt my horizons widening as I got older, musical tastes included. Suddenly, metal wasn’t so unintelligible or inhuman, and I found myself enthused to dive into this dissonant genre that so many of my peers loved.

It has been more than a few years since metal started making sense to me, and while my tastes again align more towards catchy music, I still have a soft spot for some metal records. Recently I revisited Suicide Silence’s debut, The Cleansing, remembering when its grinding power riffs and growling screams made me clench my jaw in excitement. But while this record still holds up as brutal and energetic, I was more than a little let down by the lack of substance in between its notes.

When I first encountered The Cleansing about five years ago, I was immediately sucked in by the sheer brutality of the instrumentation, which has not faded in the least. Recorded live rather than in separate studio tracks, there is an absolute energy falling off these songs like an avalanche down the side of the mountain. The guitars are loud and blasted with distortion, the drums fast and unrelenting. Suicide Silence avoids lots of repetition in their song structures, using just enough to create themes without bludgeoning the listener endlessly with the same riff, often while switching between time signatures. And while tremolo picking and blast beats abound, songs like “No Pity for a Coward” and “In a Photograph” slip slow, trudging tempos in between the speedy parts, creating swirling moments of chaos that help break up the stream of continuous notes.

Even now, listening to the instrumentation on The Cleansing still leaves me pumped up pretty hard, but if I lean even a little closer for a better look, I find that there really isn’t much to see. As vocalist Mitch Lucker stated in an interview, Suicide Silence “wanted to get our first record out as quick as we could,” and that rush is reflected in the composition. For most of the record, guitarists Mark Heylmun and Chris Garza appear to be playing the same exact parts, piling chugs and fuzz on top of each other, making Mike Bodkins’ bass virtually inaudible, if not completely unnecessary. And while each song obviously has its own flair, the overall submersion in heavy guitar and light speed drumming makes each tune practically indistinguishable from the other.

Suicide Silence certainly nails the death metal aesthetic they are striving for, but fails to provide any variety or surprise for their fans. The guitars are a true wall of sound, blaring through the speakers almost endlessly; Mitch Lucker’s death growls are enlivened and wholly real, but he remains forever at a 10, providing no dynamics whatsoever. Alex Lopez’ drumming is perhaps the most effective part of the instrumentation, as he isn’t afraid to slip back under the rest of the band, pulling up in tunes like “The Disease” to set the stage before he lays into those bombastic blast beats.

This severe lack of variability is just as prevalent in the lyrics on The Cleansing. In line with the demands of their genre, Mitch Lucker overlays the brutal instrumentation of Suicide Silence with lyrics equally as vicious. Violence is his main weapon, and he wields his vehemence like a club with lines like “more of your family’s dead tomorrow” in “Hands of a Killer,” or the heavily spotlighted threat “doctors won’t be able to recognize your fucking face” in “Bludgeoned to Death.” And if violence is Lucker’s sword, then anger is the hand that grips it: Mitch sprays profanity and fury like viper’s venom, unabashedly imploring the subject of “No Pity for a Coward” to “put that gun to your head” and “pull the trigger bitch.”

One of Lucker’s strongest thematic elements is the idea of religion, or more specifically, his own militant atheistic response to religion. Songs like “Unanswered” and “Eyes Sewn Shut” provide direct assaults on the idea of religion and anyone who chooses to follow such beliefs. Lucker even invokes God directly at times, shouting “You let them fall” in “The Fallen” or offering a challenge in “In a Photograph:” “were you just going to sit back / and watch him die?” The Cleansing heavily chronicles Mitch Lucker’s distaste for all things religious, using Suicide Silence’s death metal as a backdrop to champion his lack of faith.

There is no doubt that each of Lucker’s growls is fueled by an inner roiling hate, but the words he rattles off in unintelligible growls lack enough substance to be interesting. He endlessly reworks metal tropes of gore and horrific violence, all without bringing a new flavor to them, or more importantly, providing a new and wholly more realistic perspective on those topics. He derides religion in typical metal fashion, bringing no argument to the table, only loud antagonism. His lyrics regularly trivialize serious human issues like murder or even rape, spinning violent and tasteless scenes into existence for the sake of shock and brutality that apparently are considered comical. The lyrics of The Cleansing revisits again and again the worn out, dark-for-the-sake-of-darkness imagery that pervades the genre of metal, leaving me rather disappointed and more than a bit disgusted.

After spinning this record for the past month, I have to say that The Cleansing has lost much of the luster it once held in my eyes. While I still find Suicide Silence’s thrashing, brutal grooves to be invigorating, I now can’t help but trip on their mistakes. Furthermore, the overall weakness and general insensitivity of the lyrics has left a bad taste in my mouth. And while I have no plans to throw my copy of this record out, that taste has me wishing more than a little that I’d left the CD on the shelf.

Tunes to Check Out:
1) No Pity for a Coward
2) The Disease
3) In a Photograph