Showing posts with label Goose Holyoak. Show all posts
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Saturday, November 19, 2016

Norma Jean - Polar Similar


As I am prone to telling almost anyone who will listen, Norma Jean has long been one of my favorite bands, and since its announcement about a year ago, I had been jittery with excitement in awaiting their latest release, Polar Similar. Despite this act’s fluid nature as a musical collective, my faith in their ability to deliver music that is both groundbreaking and yet true to the legacy has been unwavering. And though there are no longer any founding members present in the band, this fresh lineup succeeds in honoring the tradition that is Norma Jean while producing what may be the best record yet released under the moniker.

Norma Jean has perpetually been a heavy band, and Polar Similar delivers fully on that promise. Guitarists Jeff Hickey and Philip “Philly” Farris pull heady, ground-shaking chugs from their instruments, playing predominantly in tunings as low as Drop-A or Drop-G. Bassist John Finnegan thunders out angry bass notes that reverberate through the chest, while Clayton “Goose” Holyoak bludgeons his drums towards a violent end. The band is loud and brutally heavy, pulling as much metal from their instruments as possible, smashing melody against mania without compromise.


Norma Jean has loaded Polar Similar with the same raging heaviness we expect from the band, yet never before has the music been approached with such fearlessness. As lead singer Cory Brandan states, the intention behind the record was “to do things [our] own way, and not care if anyone gives a shit about it,” and indeed there is no lack of innovation on the record. Norma Jean explores completely new territories in some pieces, using sampled recordings in “II. The People” and “A Thousand Years a Minute,” featuring a spoken-word piece in “Synthetic Sun,” and mixing in a gentle grand piano coda for “1,000,000 Watts.” This experimentation even extends through recording techniques, as apparently the band recorded guitar parts over an indoor pool at the studio as well as through the walls of the house they stayed in.

This willingness to delve into new, unexplored areas is truly the drive behind Polar Similar, and one of the most notable undertakings is Cory Brandan’s increasingly melodic singing. Although the man can scream and growl like a rabid and furious jaguar, songs like “Reaction” and the band’s tribute to the late great Lemmy, “Everyone Talking Over Everyone Else,” show Cory concentrating his vocals in a beautiful yet still edgy singing voice. This choice allows for him to play with the emotion of the song, to let his anger seethe rather than shout. This also creates a new dynamic in the music, so that when Brandan does scream, it shakes the listener all the more by contrasting with the quiet that came before it.

Further nuance and innovation are present in the lyrics, both in theme and in presentation. Apparently Polar Similar involves a loose concept, reflected by the numbering of four of the tracks that break up the movement of the record. And while that concept seems rather vague and broad, that massive scope is apparently the point; as Cory puts it, the thematic pieces arose from a desire for “Polar Similar to really tell a story and be disconnected from us as people.” The four titles seem to zoom in on one another; “I. The Planet” being a superficial lump of us all; “II. The People” representing the individuals; and “III. The Nebula” an ode to the undefined, amorphous boundaries that separate us. Thus, the final and explosive track, “IV. The Nexus,” references the connecting thread that ties us all together, the uniting sameness at the heart of all of us that shatters those boundaries.

This idea of connection is one of the main themes that the record’s lyrics explore. While every band member contributed to the writing in some way, much of the songs center on an abusive relationship that Cory was once in. “An Ocean of War” embodies the accusing and arguing inherent in such a relation with the lines “Give me a chance to say everything / You’re not thinking it through at all,” while “A Thousand Years a Minute” delves into self-destructive tendencies: “I’m taking what you’re giving but the giving takes away.” Yet, in the recognition of the unhealthy atmosphere this relationship created, Cory is able to walk away and save himself from further suffering, as presented in the line “I’m leaving this sea, never to return  in “The Close and Discontent.”


The creation of Polar Similar is a form of catharsis for the band, and for me, no tune defines this feeling better than “Death is a Living Partner.” Amid some of the most intense, unrelenting instrumentation of the record, Cory dissects at full volume his passage from youth into adulthood. His wail of “The invincibility of our youth has just given way…to the inevitability of our death” starts with rage, yet settles into a full, heavy understanding of his own mortality, before naming death as his “living partner / a consummate, consummate one.” This pounding, furious coda is the audial equivalent of gazing into the void, a gaze that results in either peace or annihilation, that sucks me in every single time.


Undoubtedly, Polar Similar is an album of evolution, of maturation, and of experimentation. Norma Jean has poured every piece of their hearts into this record, filling it front to back with unbridled emotion and power. Whether exploring new frontiers or treading carefully across old wounds, this band strides forward without fear or hesitation, turning that journey into the brutal truth that lies at the heart of every song. Polar Similar is a record full of surprises, but it leaves me without a trace of doubt that this band’s trajectory leads only upwards.
Tunes to Check Out:
2) Everyone Talking Over Everyone Else

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”