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Saturday, December 20, 2014

Album Autopsy: Norma Jean’s Redeemer



Disclaimer: The following piece is a super-in-depth look at one of my favorite records, and as such, it is riddled with personal opinions and praise for said record. This cannot be helped.


            As I’ve said myriad times before, I was hardly a fan of metal in high school. Punk and ska dominated my clunky iPod’s memory, and what little crevices were left I filled with the 90’s alternative I had only just begun to explore. It took me years to find a true handhold in hardcore music, and most acts in that genre were hard-pressed to get my attention before my later college years.
            Except for one.
            To my great fortune, engraved on that pivotal CD mix I received during my senior year was “The End of All Things Will Be Televised” by Norma Jean, and from the very first second, I completely understood the song. The heavy slamming guitars soaked in overdrive, the tumbling time signature changes, the gross amounts of dissonant noise—there was not an element that failed to command my attention. Within the first ten seconds I had cranked the volume on my stereo to near-deaf levels, not wanting to miss a single nuance in the violently heavy bass line or the desperate screaming vocals.
            My infatuation with this one tune led me to investigate the band, and within a few weeks I had procured a used copy of that song’s parent album, Redeemer. Tossing the disc in my CD player like a jonesing drug addict, I smashed the “play” button, and began a love affair with Norma Jean that continues to thrive as I write this piece. Years later, I have journeyed across this band’s entire catalog, but no other NJ record has come close to surpassing my intense captivation with Redeemer.
            The sound of Redeemer is laden with dichotomy and paradox at its very core, which is perhaps part of the reason why it completely overwhelmed me. Norma Jean is heavy, and Redeemer is a hardcore record, yet the production and equalization of that heaviness makes the album extremely accessible. The composition is rooted in time signature changes, dissonant chords, and drop tunings, but the arrangement of the songs with these tools feels wholly natural to the ear and the spirit. Furthermore, despite the relatively high production value on the record, every note feels as raw as a fresh wound and as meaningful as the first time a heart is broken—according to bassist Jake Schultz, the band members were encouraged to ignore mistakes and just “play it as hard as you can,”[1] so that no decibel of energy was lost. Every second of Redeemer is played with feeling and utter honesty, and that alone means everything.
            There are quite probably a million reasons why I love this record as a whole, but to truly process my passion, I feel each track must be set aside to shine in its own right. Every song is loaded with nuance and clever decision that should not be ignored, as each is imperative to understanding the truth threaded throughout Redeemer’s entire being.   


1.    A Grand Scene for a Color Film


            Kicking off the record with a haphazard intro full of feedback and shouting, “A Grand Scene for a Color Film” presents at full force the very essence of Norma Jean. Putman demands “Sit down!” while Dan Davidson smashes his toms and the strings crash against each other like hurricane waves. The tune alternates between 4/4 and 6/4 before descending into a pounding breakdown in 9/4, yet every change is so smooth it is almost imperceptible. Putman’s exclamation of “the great universal coma has arrived,” while curdling the blood, also introduces us to the metaphysical thinking that is a primary theme on Redeemer.[2] “A Grand Scene for a Color Film” quickly familiarizes the listener to the unrelenting energy and insanity of this band, kicking off the festivities with what Sputnik Music calls “train wreck inspired sound-offs [that set] the tone for the rest of the record.”[3]

2.    Blueprints for Future Homes


            The first pseudo-single released on the album,[4] “Blueprints for Future Homes” hardly lets the former track end before erupting outward at us. Driven by a punchy guitar riff alternating between 7/8 and 4/4, Norma Jean creates a musical catastrophe saturated with distortion, against which Putman laments the loss of “a drowning generation.” Despite the grueling guitar chords, much of the heaviness in this tune stems from Jake Schultz, whose overdriven bass snarls like a rabid animal about to pounce.
            “Blueprints for Future Homes” is laden with awesome moments, but no part is more brilliant than Putman’s lyrics. He sings and screams with a voice of terror and mourning, his images of dishonesty and confusion coalescing into a photo of a suffering world. Despite his visions of a reality where “hell is empty” and “the devils are here,” Putman decides to act rather than mourn, vowing that he “will never sleep” as long as his fellow man continues to drown.[5] Putman’s will to aid his fellow man is heavy and meaningful, and the vicious performance of Norma Jean across this song adds even more weight to this interesting and profound idea. 

3.    A Small Spark vs. a Great Forest


            Though many of Norma Jean’s tunes alternate between whispers and shouts, no song on Redeemer utilizes dynamics quite as effectively as “A Small Spark vs. a Great Forest.” Dan Davidson’s tumbling rim shots and Jake Schultz’ rumbling lows quietly introduce the tune before the band explodes into a tumultuous blaze. Throughout the entire song, the band toys with dynamics, keeping the vocals loud while the instrumentation backs off, before shoving the entire mess into the listener’s mind again. Between the slow build of intensity and the flaring lyrics that encompass the imagery of a sylvan landscape, “A Small Spark vs. a Great Forest” indeed takes on the sound of a raging inferno intent on consuming all in its path.

4.    A Temperamental Widower


            Loaded with energy, “A Temperamental Widower” teases us with a tame intro, but as soon as Davidson finishes the four-count, Norma Jean bursts outward like a runaway locomotive. The frenzied guitar riffs of Scottie Henry and Chris “Derr” Day ring reminiscent of 80’s hardcore punk, yet their signature noisy melody style still dominates the changes. The fast tempo and crashing drum beat provide a pulse so frantic that even when the band arrives at the heaving breakdown and Putman begins his chant of “You’ll put me in the grave,” not an iota of energy is compromised.[6] Angry and volatile, “A Temperamental Widower” takes the simplicity and speed of punk and crams it against Norma Jean’s noisy hardcore, creating a tune that tears headlong into our ears, screaming with abandon.

5.    The End of All Things Will Be Televised



            My initiation into the music of Norma Jean, “The End of All Things Will Be Televised” begins with a breath, followed by crashing chugs so heavy, they could be the footfalls of the Four Horsemen. This tune roils and rolls about without mercy, shuffling between 4/4 and 6/4 before diving into a coda in 13/4. Beneath every riff, the string section has also layered strata of feedback and noise, filling every sonic space with the chaos that is this band’s signature flair.
            Despite all the riotous instrumentation and brutality, Norma Jean keeps the song from feeling like a pile of ideas by deftly overlapping and recalling earlier sections, especially in the vocals. The song has multiple lyrical hooks, including the chorus-like “embrace your comforting company,” the chant of “Captain, the ship is sinking / Have mercy” in the coda, and of course, the shouts of “the south is on fire” over the arduous breakdown.[7] In “The End of All Things Will Be Televised,” Norma Jean carves their blend of syncopated hardcore to fit into a package that is as catchy as it is epic, and with each listen I give it, I remember exactly why I love this band.

6.    Songs Sound Much Sadder


            Co-written with Underoath’s Timothy McTague,[8] “Songs Sound Much Sadder” is perhaps the weakest point in Redeemer. The pop-driven songwriting seems is underwhelming when juxtaposed against the aggressive mania surrounding it, only made more confusing by the fact that the verses lack a downbeat, leaving the tune with a somewhat messy foundation.
            However, there is certainly hope in the chorus that is both catchy and heavy, as well as the outro that explodes like a landmine at the end of the tune. Putman’s got a few killer lines too, like “We are smashed men, still moving” and “death with a steady heartbeat,” certainly capturing the emotion the title promises.[9] Although lacking in some respects, “Songs Sound Much Sadder” still captures the essence of this record and so earns its place; plus, the music video is pretty kickass, featuring surrealistic stop motion and a collagesque images reminiscent of the design of the album’s liner notes.

7.    The Longest Lasting Statement


            To be blunt, this tune is HEAVY. With gallons of feedback, a beat like pounding war drums, and a juggernaut of a breakdown, “The Longest Lasting Statement” has more impact than an atom bomb. The structure of the song is simple yet interesting, beginning with a slow and grinding heaviness before jumping into a bridge of slash beats and dissonance, and finally returning to the first section, but in a slower, darker, and more pissed-off incarnation.
            Contrasting with the straightforward composition, however, is a remarkably complex lyrical idea that consistently makes my mind spin. With “The Longest Lasting Statement,” Putman subtly personifies those early Christians who decided to take Jesus’ body after he was crucified, and portrays their struggles in a contemporary framework. Furthermore, when taken in the context of the record’s larger metaphysical theme, the Biblical idea becomes a metaphor for the many generations of kids who grew up without a leader and who must now carry on without one. This deep if not literary thinking gives the song a fascinating and imaginative subtext that constantly prods my brain into the philosophical realm.

8.    Amnesty Please


            Scottie and Derr are the stars of this tune, mixing it up and down with chugs, slides, melodies, palm mutes, and thrashing, showing us virtually all the ways a guitar can make noise. There is a riotous feel to the intro which is only heightened by Putman’s megaphone-filtered vocals. However, when the beat drops into a remarkable groove under the lines “Burn this to ashes, ashes and framework,” this song takes on a soul.[10] The band loads tons of syncopated riffs in for variety, making “Amnesty Please” virtually danceable without sacrificing an ounce of the fury that is their core. “Amnesty Please” is a song that evolves from the first second of life to the last ringing note, adding layer upon layer of nuance that defines this tune as one of my favorites off Redeemer.

9.    Like Swimming Circles


            Similar to “A Small Spark,” “Like Swimming Circles” is another song from Redeemer that gives voice to a disaster, albeit this time at sea. Dan Davidson’s pounding and astounding beat in 6/4 is reminiscent of crashing waves (his drums were apparently recorded in live takes to capture his intensity)[11], while the driving guitar and bass create the impression of a maelstrom raging overhead. Putman utilizes much water imagery in the song, painting in our subconscious a study in the chaotic movements of water, while the swirling section under the line “Don’t you dare insinuate me” truly sounds like the score to a typhoon.[12] If the ship is sinking in “The End of all Things,” it is the livid ocean possessing every note of “Like Swimming Circles” that takes it down and swallows it whole.

10.  Cemetery Like a Stage


            My absolute favorite from Redeemer, “Cemetery Like a Stage” holds in its voice more despair than a mourning mother who has lost her child. Every second of this song is imbued with pure, unadulterated sadness, every note painted with the deepest grays and blues. The main riff in 7/8 writhes in the throes of desolation, while the chorus and bridge wallow in negative space. Jake’s howling bass owns the spotlight in this song, setting up an awesomely awful progression for the chorus and introducing a bit of tremolo in the funereal bridge. The sounds he captures with his instrument in “Cemetery Like a Stage” are the primary influence on my own bass tones, simultaneously heavy, graceful, dolorous, and irate.
            One of my favorite aspects of this tune is how seamlessly interconnected the many elements feel. Putman’s rhythmic screaming is locked to the 7/8 groove in the verse, and the pure rage in the chord progression is an impeccable backdrop to his wailing declaration: “I joined the avalanche just to feel alive.” Similarly, Norma Jean is nowhere tighter than in this song’s chorus; the moaning lines “We’re broken here / We’re ruined here” are the perfect echoes to the biting guitar progression.[13] In “Cemetery Like a Stage,” there is no noise that is not authentic, because Norma Jean unloads every ounce of their being into it, making it impossible for me to do anything but respond in kind.

11.  No Passenger : No Parasite


            Because of its mostly-instrumental nature and simplistic shape, “No Passenger : No Parasite” is a gentle but emotional coda to a record that is simultaneously manic and depressed. The string section provides a strolling and panoramic environment while the syncopated and polyrhythmic drum intro evolves over the course of the song, taking on a life of its own and pushing the composition towards an emotive climax. Putman’s sparse lyrical contribution allows his voice to become more of an instrument, tingeing the atmosphere of the tune in a manner rarely seen outside of jazz. Despite its relatively uncomplicated existence, Norma Jean, as usual, gives to this tune everything they have, summing up their entire record in the last few seconds by charging headlong to the very end.


            Fans of the genre might argue that Redeemer is fairly tame as far as hardcore goes, especially with its layered Christian undertones and intermixing of clean vocals. However, with a close listen, I feel there is nothing really tame about this record; in fact, quite the opposite. There is an entire universe of chaos, dissonance, and brutality engraved on this disc, especially in the instrumentation, but it is the tasteful and intelligent presentation that makes that noise so enjoyable and accessible. Norma Jean spends no time preaching, but rather places a layer of Christian subtext in their music, which the listener can choose to ignore or indulge. Similarly, the choices to leave the low end to the bass guitar and incorporate distinguishable melodies into the hard vocals gives a fresh, vibrant take on the tropes of hardcore while keeping them at a level digestible for the uninitiated.
            One of the reasons this record immediately grabbed me was because of how easy it was to like the sound of Norma Jean. While the dressing and presentation of the music is versatile and attractive, the band still sounds goddamn vicious as they pummel their instruments. Each member of Norma Jean really tears every scrap of sanity from themselves in attempting to make this record, and leaves not a speck of their being out. In the words of Daniel Davidson, producer Ross Robinson “encouraged us to get back to the real reason why we got into music…He told us to write this record ‘like it’s your first record and like it’s your last record. Give it all you’ve got.’”[14] Every time I spin this record, it feels like the end of the world, because Norma Jean sculpted their music to sound like a true apocalypse.
            Within all the heavy and the raw and the chaos that revolves around Redeemer, the music contained on this disc is honest and passionate, and that more than anything is what pulls me back to it every single time. Every noisy and pandemonious note from Norma Jean sounds both unique and heartfelt, as if it holds the secret meaning of life within. The urgency with which these five musicians play inspires me to throw myself at each endeavor in the same way they threw themselves into making this record, and so when I need to give myself a shove, you can be sure that Redeemer will be sounding off behind me. 


Sunday, September 21, 2014

Luti-Kriss - Throwing Myself


Like many instrumentalists, my musical story begins in my teen years. This period introduced me to my favorite bands, watched me develop my bass playing into something vaguely unique, and was the soil that birthed my first band, Sock Full of Pennies. Later, in high school, SFOP had morphed into the ska-punk outfit Nothing to Prove, which gave me my first exposure to the ups and downs of being in a local music act. Looking back at our inexperience in song writing, performance, and life in general, I find I am not embarrassed of those days, because they were the genesis of my musical life, the first steps on a crazy journey along which I am still reeling.  
When I listen to my favorite bands, it is hard to believe that they were once as young, or as bad, or as naïve as we were, or that they too have a youthful genesis, made up of days filled with heartbreak and overblown emotion and madness, days they hold dear and rarely let slip into the open. However, all musicians have an act that is to them what Sock Full of Pennies is to me, the act where they learned to give music their all. For Norma Jean, one of my very favorite bands, this forerunner is the group Luti-Kriss, and when I finally laid hands on a copy of their full-length, Throwing Myself, I was given the opportunity to experience the youthful push of some of my idols.
While most of us leave behind many smoldering bridges before we meet the creators that help crystallize our vision, interestingly, the line-up for almost all of Luti-Kriss’ existence is the same line-up that began as Norma Jean. In fact, Norma Jean would most likely still be tearing it up under that original moniker if not for the southern rapper who shares the same name (hardly a shame, if I’m being honest). However, with the name change also came a shift in sound—Luti-Kriss is heavy, but Norma Jean is far heavier—and so both members and fans alike tend to regard these acts as completely separate entities.[1]
The band’s name may scream of immaturity and youth, but the roiling timbre that Luti-Kriss provides feels experimental but hardly underdeveloped. Throwing Myself is a testament to the days when these musicians were still figuring out just how heavy they could be, and as the band was born during the rise of both metalcore and nu-metal, this record features a strange blend of both genres. Scottie Henry and Chris “Derr” Day rage against their guitars, peppering the tunes with tritone chords and palm-muted chugs. Josh Doolittle nails down the low-end, locking endlessly with the flamboyant drumming of Daniel Davidson, whose extensive cymbal collection seems perfectly mic’d. Layered within this maelstrom is Josh Scogin’s throaty growls and howling screams, adding a touch of hardcore to the blend that pulls this band away from the nu-metal label into something infinitely heavier, a sound Davidson affectionately labeled “Cron.”[2]



This smooth synthesis of nu-metal and metalcore gives Throwing Things a rather unique sound, as Luti-Kriss finds ways to slip between the “heavy that makes it onto the radio” and the “heavy your parents can’t stand.” Songs like “Petty Larson” and “Last Breath/First,” while loaded with Scogin’s screaming, back away from the breakdowns and chugs of metalcore, focusing in a more digestible sound palate, yet “Light Blue Collar” and “The ‘Anni Hilat’ Ion” are driven with the barbed whips of tritone chords and dastardly palm mutes that quickly turn a crowd into a mosh pit. Throwing Things shows five kids wavering between two distinct genres, leaning sometimes towards the sound of Mudvayne and sometimes towards Underoath, and though their future endeavors let us know which side they chose, it is fascinating to hear Luti-Kriss develop in the path of that choice.
As the sound of the record shows, Throwing Things was obviously part of the learning process for Luti-Kriss, a record where they began refining their music to reflect those things they hold dear. This is manifested also in the lyrics of the record, which kick off a campaign that most of these musicians have shouldered since. Though Scogin is responsible for the lyrics here, the whole band at this time shares his heady and positively Christian outlook, probably since they all became Christians as a unit. According to Scottie in an interview with Decapolis, “before we got saved we were just [making music] for fun….but after the change….we wanted to glorify God as much as we could and reach out to as many kids like us that we could.”[3] After this moment, their purpose for making music took on a larger-than-life meaning to them, and since this can’t truly be expressed through the instruments, Scogin took it upon himself to focus all of his lyrical writing through the lens of God.
With one listen, it quickly becomes obvious that Scogin is no poet, focusing on praising his inspiration rather than exploring it or interpreting it. However, he does utilize biblical imagery rather well, mixing religious and militaristic ideas with a very “Old Testament” feel. He even inserts direct references to the Bible: “An Act of My Own Volition” calls on the iconic two thieves,[4] while in “Catharsis,” Scogin implores that God to “bathe [his] feet among the wicked.”[5]



While Scogin’s messages are surely suited for a Christian audience, they end up pretty hard to digest for anyone who isn’t of his faithful persuasion. It doesn’t help that his vocals are all but unintelligible—his screams are heavy but poorly expressive, and even when he does attempt to sing in songs like “Patiently Philadelphia,” his vocals are so buried in the mix they’re almost nonexistent. Interestingly, however, Scogin seems to be completely aware that both his singing and his topics aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, and addresses as much in “For Shadows” where he asserts his convictions with the lines “I see a controversy / and the world looking at me / Eighteen years / I’m done with chairs.”[6] It takes guts to be so gung-ho about one’s beliefs, and so even though the blatant Christian overtones might lack subtlety, it’s hard not to give Luti-Kriss credit for putting their youth to a purpose so fully.
Along with the marginal lyrical work, there are a few other decisions on Throwing Myself that don’t quite work. Vocals aside, the whole mix is rather messy, especially on the hidden track—the guitars very easily blend together and the drum kit is stacked with enough reverb to make an 80’s hair-metal band sick. Also, about half the songs also feature Mick Bailey on turntables and sampling, parts which apparently weren’t removed after he left halfway through recording,[7] but simply buried in the mix. His only real contributions are the bottle-rocket glissandos that pepper the heavier riffs, but ultimately, he was completely unnecessary to the sound, because the parts are so sparse and pointless, you forget he was even there.
These faults are pretty prevalent when the record is in heavy rotation, but I am more than happy to chalk them up to the naiveté of youth and count them as steps on the road to refining their sound, because there are moments when they get everything right. One example is the song “Light Blue Collar,” in which these five musicians encompass the entirety of their metal upbringing: the main riff centers around a thrashed tritone chord, which is whipped about on the tail of some disturbing palm mutes and hammer-ons. Davidson’s drum sticks batter his kit into submission in the multiple breakdowns, and just as the song begins to unwind into chaos, Josh’s arrogant scream rips it into a heavy chugging riff followed by a melodically destructive outro. “Light Blue Collar” epitomizes Luti-Kriss’ sonic intentions, grabbing with both hands to define this corner of music as their own.


In a review from the website jesusfreakhideout.com, Sherwin Frias calls Throwing Myself “the opening salvo that sets the stage for any future mayhem their later incarnation would be known for.” Despite the youth-driven decisions and overconfident message, this record stands on its own as heavy, hearty, and honest. For me, the raw and untested sound to which Luti-Kriss gives life on this full-length is one that I cannot help but appreciate, for it led to the conception of one of my favorite bands. Without every mistake embedded on this disc, Norma Jean would not have evolved into the intelligent, technical, and powerful act that I have come to adore. Luti-Kriss and Throwing Myself are a pivotal part of Norma Jean’s story, just as Sock Full of Pennies and Nothing to Prove are parts of mine; without our origins, the humans and the creators we are today hold little significance, because they have none of the hard-earned truth that gives all art both meaning and life.

Tunes to Check Out:
1) Light Blue Collar
2) Petty Larson
3) Patiently Philadelphia

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Norma Jean - Wrongdoers


Note: Dear friends, at this time I am unable to latch videos of the songs I refer to below. Until such a time that I am able to place those tunes in this article, please accept the below live clip and the official video for "If You Got It at Five, You Got It at Fifty" as an apology and a teaser. And pick up this record. It's filthy. 

            I would argue that I’m a patient person, and rarely the type to let anticipation dominate my mindset. However, when I heard at the beginning of the year that Norma Jean was working on a new album, I had no idea how to contain myself during the interminable wait. After devouring their previous catalogue over the past two years, Norma Jean quickly rocketed into my list of favorite bands, and the thought of new music to meet my fix was one that never left my head. And since it’s arrival at my doorstep three months ago, Wrongdoers has remained in heavy rotation, for the boys of Norma Jean are never ones to disappoint. 
            If there is one sound Norma Jean sought to capture with this release, it is the ear-pounding beat of adrenaline. Jeff Hickey and Chris Day match licks and chugs on guitar, through which the thumping bass work of John Finnegan demands to be heard. Clayton “Goose” Holyoak absolutely slaughters on his drums, ranging his approach from speed-metal thrashing to laying down beats worthy of a hip-hop record. His eclectic but rock-solid drumming feeds the focus of the instrumentation on creating serious, swaying grooves, something relatively unheard of from this act. But despite featuring three completely new members in the lineup, Wrongdoers lacks not at all for Norma Jean’s signature smashing heaviness, and Goose would argue this is perhaps the band’s most “pissed off” record to date[1]. The brutality and chaos that defines this band’s sound is a heavy presence, with every tune featuring disgustingly low tunings and no small amount of screeching feedback. The insanity and truth inherent in the mess of this group’s music shines throughout—indeed, the middle of “Neck in the Hemp” features a complete collapse of the song before an explosive return, which drives me wild every time. The sonic onslaught recorded on this record pure and honest in every way, and as always, super goddamn heavy.
            With Wrongdoers, it is wholly apparent that Norma Jean has spent some real time cultivating a sound so dynamic, it simultaneously encapsulates the sonic journeys of previous albums while maintaining an extremely distinct flavor of its own. After completing recording, Cory Brandan remarked on the new record that “we really pushed ourselves to do something really different while expanding on what we’ve done in the past.”[2] And while I always hate to place an album against its predecessors, with this one, the band deftly recalls old musical themes—or as Brandan calls it, “old school classic Norma Jean nastiness”[3]—and takes them farther than they had previously gone. For instance, “Hive Minds,” the record’s opener, features a long instrumental space reminiscent of Bless the Martyr & Kiss the Child, while “If You Got It at Five, You Got It at Fifty,” sounds like a b-side from the Redeemer days. Despite this, Wrongdoers maintains itself as the continued evolution of the band’s pounding voice. It is as soaked in the melodic melodies of later releases as it is driven by atonal, grindcore guitar that hasn’t really been heard since O’ God, the Aftermath. Brandan’s blatant juxtaposition of frank, beautiful vocals and guttural screams break ground that Norma Jean has only tasted previously, and the decision to focus the majority of the instrumentation in stomachable time signatures furthers this band’s foray into the melodic sector of hardcore, without sacrificing the fearsome voice for which they have always been known. 
            One of the most sonically interesting tunes from this record is the album’s closer, “Sun Dies, Blood Moon.” Clocking in at a little over fourteen minutes, it is an epic that effectively sums up the many themes and choices evident on Wrongdoers. Inherent in the tune are multiple references to the band’s previous work: the song is separated into two suites, a callback to O’ God, the Aftermath’s closer “Scientifiction,” and both the instrumental space and sheer length of the tune are highly reminiscent of the band’s first release. However, the definition in “Sun Dies, Blood Moon” obviously flows from the span of new sounds and approaches built into it. Opening with a clean guitar riff (practically a Norma Jean first), the heavy palm mutes and simmering vocals seem to be an apparent homage to Tool, and the small orchestra dominating the beginning of the second suite speaks to this band’s commitment to making interesting and meaningful music that is beyond themselves. Though the tune’s focus is melody from all angles, yet it lacks nothing of the grinding, heavy foundation this band has built itself upon, leaving “Sun Dies, Blood Moon” as a perfect amalgamation of everything that originally hooked me into this band and everything that keeps me craving more.

Check out this live amalgamation of "Sun Dies, Blood Moon" and "Disconnecktie" 

           Also groundbreaking for Norma Jean is Brandan’s performance, both vocally and lyrically. While the past couple of records have given him a taste of a singing voice, it is on Wrongdoers that he truly discovers how much that voice is worth. The album is an even mix between clean, sung melodies and heavy screams, and Brandan functions quite well in both realms, giving each style its due over the progression of their tunes.  “Sword in Mouth, Fire Eyes” is dominated by Brandan’s powerful and evocative melody, before transitioning into the brutal thrash-punk yells of “The Lash Whistled like a Singing Wind.” Accompanying the dynamo vocals are lyrics that, while not Brandan’s best, are consistently interesting and stuffed with raw emotion. Many of his phrases are straightforward, yet in some songs his word choices explode with originality, such as with the phrase “Unhand the knife drawer” in “Wrongdoers,”[4] while in others, he takes a cliché image completely reworks it, as in “Sword in Mouth, Fire Eyes:” “We calmly weigh our thoughts before we know them / Careful not to break our only scale.”[5] Many of these lines seem to focus angst and anger against the music industry, but Brandan’s images and allusions make this bloody pulp of a topic seem like a fresh corpse ready for beating—his comparison of a record company to giant man-eating plants through the title “Triffids” is brilliant in its brutal honesty.
            Although the lyrical content of Wrongdoers may be the weakest part of a strong record, Brandan and the rest of the band hit a grand slam in one particular tune. “Hive Minds,” the apocalyptic opener to the record, features music and verse that flow like pure poetry, painting an image of a world slowly being dominated by creeping vines. The tunes lyrics are the most solid on the record, as Brandan implores his listener to see the destruction slowly swallowing the world around him. His desperate vocals seem to writhe with energy, which is easily captured in his original approach to his lyrics. As in other tunes, he re-imagines a cliché into something light years better with his line: “Gravity may not be a law / but all things will find ground.” Furthermore, many of Brandan’s phrases, such as “change hungry hands” and “a sunset care ride with a bottle of meds” create such powerful images that they seem more worthy of a poem than a song, but his deathly screams assert that they belong to this saga alone. Mix that with a drawling instrumental bridge and a thunderous performance from all ends (especially Goose’s landmine drumming), and you have a monumental opener in “Hive Minds,” a sure sign that the end is indeed here, even if no one saw it coming.

"If You Got It at Five, You Got It at Fifty"


            With Wrongdoers, Norma Jean took a ton of risks. Between new sounds and an upheaval in the line-up, this record could be seen as hardly worth the title of a true release from this band. But spin this record one time and any doubt that what your hearing is Norma Jean will be erased. With this record, the band begins a move into a new era of music, one that Brandan calls “easily the most energetic.”[6] Wrongdoers is as brutal and honest as it gets from this group—it’s smart, it’s scary, it’s heavy, and it rocks. Embedded on this record is the simple truth of what a hard-working and fun-loving band is capable of, and if you haven’t picked it up yet, you are truly missing out.

Tunes to Check Out:
1) “‘The Potter Has No Hands’”
2) “Hive Minds”
3) “Triffids”