Tuesday, May 25, 2021

Death March: Pilori - "À Nos Morts" LP Review


    Founded in 2016, Rouen France's Pilori have been cultivating a dark amalgam of genre blending music as well as building quite the résumé of European shows with bands such as Full Of Hell, Implore, Whoresnation, Blockheads, Harm Done, The Body, Oathbreaker, Cult Leader, Fange, Plebeian Grandstand and tons more. (Quick aside: one of my old bands had the pleasure of opening for Plebeian Grandstand at a taco restaurant in Dallas that was criminally under-attended. It was awkward to say the least.) But as subtly diverse as all those bands are, Pilori pairs well with all them. The band isn't so much grindcore as they are more of a blackened hardcore. Not too dissimilar to bands like All Pigs Must Die and Baptists and could easily fit in on a label like Southern Lord Records. Pilori borrow just as much from hardcore and grindcore as from sludge and black metal, even brief nuances of nu-metal and punk. Pilori's first full length, À Nos Morts, debuted last summer in 2020 and rumbled forth its looming storm of grinding blackened hardcore into a dismal world that would only become more dismal because of it. 

    Atmospherically, Pilori casts a spell of foreboding gloom and an HM2 haze that hangs thick over À Nos Morts' almost 24 minute run time. Each song is drenched in distortion, dripping with feedback and simmering with hate. (The band doesn't state their names in the liner notes. Instead opting to remain as shadowed necromancers that choose to have their music speak for itself, so they offer only mere initials assigned to instruments.) Guitarist R. conjures up a surprisingly layered array considering that he is the band's only guitarist. Dissonant, warm, earthy undertones that whirl around heavy, cold, crushing palm mutes. The majority of the black metal influence is hidden in these spiraling leads that siren high above the songs; supplying melodic dreariness and trumpeting angst. These chords embody the gothic feel of tolling bells, wavering organ pipes and are the cornerstone of Pilori's atmospheric witchery. Simultaneously, bassist D.'s bass lines steadily rumble underneath like an idling engine and are surprisingly audible. R. and D.'s metal chugs, punk riffs and hardcore beat-downs all combine to create some unquestionably thick guitar work. You can tell that emphasis was put on the heaviness in the mix.
    That emphasis evolves into something more under the helm of drummer Gu. as he steers the songs seamlessly in and out of metallic-hardcore sprints and whirlwind blackout blast beats. Then navigating the sludgier parts with skillful fills and double bass gallops that prevent things from stagnating. From stop/starts to tempo breaks, the evolution finds a name and that name is "syncopation."
    This syncopation is Pilori's greatest attribute. It positions the songs on the LP, especially on side A, in an uniquely aggressive stance. Songs like "La Grande Terreur" and "Roi Des Rats" are lurching beasts. Soldiering forth like a stalking Roman army delivering quick raids of violent pillaging breakdowns. It's the quality of the band's songwriting that shines the most and is an aspect that they are comfortable enough with to exploit to their advantage. This is at play most in the album's second track, "Apnée." The song starts out like a snapping dog before being reigned in with the jerking stomps of an Andronician march.
    If songs like "Apnée" are the biting teeth of a hackle-raised dog then vocalist Gr. is the lashing bark. A ravenous, foam-mouthed centurion commanding the punchy guitars and pounding drums. His crust punk barks are steeped in the same haze of distortion that the guitar is. Which, at times, can get overshadowed in the thicker moments. But still, Pilori goes a step further with the use of gang vocals that come off somewhere between the chanting incantations of an evil cult and the fanatical roar of a crowded coliseum. À Nos Morts features guest vocals by Full Of Hell's Dylan Walker on the track "Que la Bête Meure" as well as Matthias Jungbluth from Fange/Calvaiire on "Poursuite Du Vent." The collaborations only add to the cerberus of  the vocal choir.

    The tide shifts with the titular track, "À Nos Morts." A somber instrumental that pendulums back and forth through an ambient fog of ringing feedback. The track marks the end of Side A and brings us the second half of the album. Unfortunately this ending stretch is not as dynamic as the previous. The song writing definitely leans more towards the sludgier influences of the band's hardcore sound. For the most part the songs are slower and longer from here on out. Despite "Divine Comédie" being one of the more grindcore influenced songs, side B doesn't possess the same magick as side A. I'm not sure if this was intentional in the album's composition or a coincidence. But the latter half of À Nos Morts returns almost out of breath in a way. There's a lack of balance overall. And there's lack of urgency compared to those introductory songs. Save maybe for one, "Sous Mes Mains." The album's ninth track, "Sous Mes Mains" might be one of the most interesting songs on the LP. It certainly encompasses all the genres that Pilori is working with. The opening track, "Que la Bête Meure," was promoted as the band's flagship song of sorts with a music video and guest vocals. But as good as the song is, it's unbalanced. While "Sous Mes Mains" might not be as explosive, it is harmonious.  

    Criticism aside, Pilori's À Nos Morts is a great sounding debut full-length. It's a solid mix and master by Cyrille Gachet at Dick Doom Studios and Brad Boatright at Audiosiege. It's a heavy release that is as eclectic as it is well performed. As a grindcore album it might be lacking in blast beats and speed, but at the same time that's not what it's claiming to be. As a metal or a hardcore album it stands taller because of the grindcore. So you can see the appeal. This should be well received among a wide variety of listeners. Pilori has a dark, sorrowing atmosphere and doom laden mysticism that they have combined with a a series of subgenres to create a crushing release. À Nos Morts is a matter-of-fact take on a sound that is comprised of several different styles and as a result it creates one of its own. I'm interested in what future releases might hold for the group and which, if any, influences might rise to the forefront. 


FFO: Esoteric Youth, Full Of Hell, The Secret, Napalm Death

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Friday, May 7, 2021

Burial Rites: Bled To Submission - "Bury Them In The Graves They Dug For You" 7 Inch Review


    Nashville's Bled To Submission return with their third EP, Bury Them in the Graves They Dug For You, on Nerve Altar Records. A label known for their stable of noisy power violence and grindcore acts. Bled To Submission carry on that tradition with their truly vile and bitterly dismal style of noise-grind. The band coalesce elements of hardcore, grindcore, power violence, sludge, metal, harsh noise and distill it through pummeling musicianship and focused production. Bury Them in the Graves They Dug For You is the band's love letter to the anxiety and frustration that accompanies the pain of existence and the culture of institutionalized hopelessness in modern America. As well as a declaration of action against the tyrannically oppressive political/economical systems that subjugates its citizens. On par with the "propagande par le fait" approach to revolution that the record's retaliatory title implies, Bury Them in the Graves They Dug For You is unapologetically callous and cruel in its musical delivery. This EP is the most textured and palpable release you're likely to hear anytime soon.

    Bled To Submission unleash some dense, abhorrently dark noise on this release. This record is one of the most solid and coherent releases I've ever reviewed. The composition of the songs are so sophisticated and deliberate that the entirety of the EP works as a singularly designed thought. A massive contributor to this is the band's implementation of noise and synth courtesy of bassist Pat Quinn and vocalist Jody Lester, respectively. As far as where the synth begins and the noise ends, I'm not certain. There are a couple of instances of 808 bass drops utilized to emphasize that this massively heavy release isn't afraid to just completely bottom out, because these guys aren't fucking around. But I'm guessing a majority of the synth work is heard on one of the EP's "noise" tracks, "Found, Alone." It features a punchy electronic drumbeat dubbed under what sounds like a literal nightmare, complete with blown out screams, roaring static and the sterile voice-over of a psychological dictation about trauma based phobias. But the cacophony that the noise and instruments create is essential for this 7 inch's success. The songs are saturated with a pressurized hissing that seethes in and out, breathing an air of menace into each track. While also creating an atmosphere of windswept desolation in between riffs. Our only amnesty from this dripping tension is the strident, shrill drilling noise that needles its way through the EP. Performing as both a bitter reminder of the pain of a childhood dental torment that leaves the acrid taste of metal and powdered bone in your mouth, but also as an extension of the guitar work itself. 
    Guitarists Isaiah Rodriguez's and Austin Strobel's utterly crushing riffs lumber from song to song, lashing out with pinch harmonics and wailing sneers, only to erupt into whirlwinds of fervid circular shredding. The noise comes as another layer to the burrowing guitars. The distorted screams that tear through the songs dovetail over the guitars to create eerily unique howls. The drilling noises do the same as they set the guitar tracks ablaze with frenzied buzzing like that of a beehive. The layering is brilliant and used to it's fullest potential without pushing the band's sound into anything that could be classified as digital or otherwise unnaturally augmented. The guitar and noise also come together a few times to create more of a symphonic sound. It's almost borderline black metal. If you attempted to dig deep enough you could almost find some melody. If only the band gave a shit about what you thought. Tracks Obscured by the Sun Part I" and "Obscured by the Sun Part II" are ultimately the epitome of the band's overlaying of harsh noise and their orchestration skills. Not to mention they have some of this release's catchiest riffs. This is how it's done.   
    I would have liked to have heard more of Pat Quinn's bass in the mix. More akin to the band's previous effort, Vermin, in 2018. Although, with as heavy as this current EP is, I'm sure it's there. It's just not as distinguished amongst the other elements. 
    Drummer Ross Winchel does a great job straddling both the grind and sludge genres that encompass Bled To Submission's sound. His steadfast drumming methodically trudges its path through the hardcore dirges. Focusing on precision over flash and bookending blast beats between plodding stomps. 
    Lead vocalist, Jody Lester belts out piercing screams that shriek over the majority of this release. And he is spitting straight venom. You can almost hear the gnashed-toothed viciousness on the other side of the microphone. I'm fairly certain he is responsible for the lower registered vocals as well. They have the cadence of water going down a drain. He does a great job of vocalizing his disgust for the lyrical subject matter. Austin and Pat bring up the rear with hardcore yells that complete the hydra-headed vocal vehemence. Not to mention guest vocals by Matt King from Austin Texas' blackened screamo band Portrayal Of Guilt on "Obscured by the Sun Part II." These diverse concoctions of vocals add yet another level to the many layers of noise and audio grating that this record excels at.

    Bled To Submission's Bury Them in the Graves They Dug For You EP is an achievement of audible devastation and tumultuous abuse. It's one of the most well composed releases in this eclectic sub-genre of noise and grindcore/hardcore. The band elevates its songs with the use of the harsh noise by using it as if it were another instrument or vocalist instead of a space filler. And I'm personally thankful that the band didn't spend six minutes per song doing it. The brevity of the EP's length speaks to the band's talent as composers in the fact that they pulled off such depth in a relatively short amount of time. The atmosphere that Bury Them in the Graves They Dug For You has is vividly rich from start to finish. The band's stark message comes across without ambiguity. The record's mixing by Phil Pluskota at Sonic Assault Studios in Cape Coral, Florida and mastering by Dan Emery at Black Matter Mastering in Nashville, Tennessee clearly did this release justice. Even Derek R. Setzer's cover art perfectly encapsulates the release's distorted unease. Profoundly nuanced, caustically heavy, Bury Them in the Graves They Dug For You buries a lot of the other 2021 releases coming out. 

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FFO: Full Of Hell, Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire, Wake, Dragged Into Sunlight

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Teoria Del Complotto: TSUBO - "Capitale Umano" CD Review

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