Showing posts with label drone metal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drone metal. Show all posts

Friday, February 14, 2014

Queen Elephantine - Scarab (2014)


Guilty. We're guilty of it just as much as any other party. Genre tagging, as we have ranted and raved about numerous times before, is a cancer on the music world. It's one part opinion and one part bullshit; words used to essentially group bands together by the slimmest of criteria. As a result, bands good and bad fall under the same umbrella, which is a disservice to the former, and an undue boost to the latter. It lets the genres get diluted by bands who have no place being there. When we were first introduced to drone metal some years ago, many of the bands we experimented with had a lot in common. Minimalist approach to music, with few notes per minute. Long tracks, often beginning and ending at the same point with little in between. It seemed boring, if not hard to understand. Unfortunately, those experiences sullied us to new ones, often panning albums marked with the scarlet letter of drone. But in 2014, we realized it was time to put that aside and open those doors again. Queen Elephantine, a band split between New York, Providence and Hong Kong, turned the knob. And for the foreseeable future, "Scarab" left the door wide open.

If "Veil" became the new poster child for the drone movement, it would see popularity skyrocket as a result. It brings something to the table that was sorely lacking, and that is a sense of style. Whether it is in the light tapping of drums or the echoing distortion, or the wailing cry of the vocals, something stands out to almost every set of ears without wearing thin on the listener's sense of forward progress. It takes a minimalist approach to doom that, somehow, resonates. Even as the counter resets and "Crone" starts, it feels like parts of the same whole. Yes, there is a main body to the track; but there is also a collection of smaller pieces dwelling just below the surface. In the left channel a light repeated plucking of strings. In the right channel, a similar sound, but distant and clearer. It is an eerie calm, only made moreso by the brief vocal passage. As a building voice breathes the line, "It builds up," a head to toe shiver is all you can feel. What follows is an exercise in dark psychedelia, hazy and cloudy as it may be, that may be the reason for, or ending to, an herbal remedy. Intoxicated or not, the alternating moments of chaos and calm are sure to bring about some sort of internal awakening.

Much like its namesake, "Snake" slithers back and forth. The low roar of bass and guitar form the backdrop of the high cry of a guitar. It isn't exactly black on white in contrast, but it does boast a depth of sound that seems almost impossible for a track that bares any resemblance to drone metal. But it is also on this song, more than the others, that the vocals stake a claim to being a major player in the grand scheme. Psychedelic, yes, but always akin to that of the blues in both their sway and emotional touch. Not to be lost, mind you, is the detailed pieces of melodic guitar that buzz and hum through the frame, backed by a sea of howling reverb. The last track, though not the longest, has, arguably, the longest lasting appeal. Beginning with a building vocal chant over scant noise and pops, it takes the album to a more pronounced place, even if things haven't erupted into a full on thrash. With each pluck of a guitar or bass string, another layer is added to the resonating sound, a cloud of ambient noise that is just enough to be heard, without overwhelming the lead. It is more than noise, though; that hum is layer after layer of notes played together and compacted.

It's hard to separate labels that we, as fans or critics, give to music with those the band give to themselves. If everything called drone or experiemental sounded the same, genre tagging might helpful in attracting or repelling listeners. But with Queen Elephantine, the tag of drone doesn't quite do their process justice. This is minimalist in the same way that many drone bands operate; one note, ringing for minutes at a time, no progression for sound or direction. There are melodies here, grooves and loops to be found. More importantly, you get more pounds per square inch, a crushing piece of haunting background music that could either be a release or give you nightmares. It stirs a color spectrum, like those than Windows Media Player uses; a color visualization within your mind that is only reinforced by the highs and lows of the album at large. Somewhere along the way, no one ever told these musicians that drone music was supped to be one dimensional or boring. "Scarab" is not of the above. And we can all be happy for that.

8/10

Bandcamp - http://queenelephantine.bandcamp.com/
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/queenelephantine
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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

The Death Of Her Money - White Light (EP) (2013)


We've all heard bands that hide behind solo after solo, in hopes that their inadequacy in songwriting will be masked by speed and whammy bar prominence. There will always be a place in the music hierarchy for the purveyors of the tasty lick, but their need is waning. The Death Of Her Money, a three piece from Wales, is a part of the new school of heavy music, more reliant on groove and distortion than bending strings and leather pants. They've already been recognized for their competency, having been recognized by the renowned Rocksound magazine for their previous effort in 2008. But they have proven to be more than just a flash in the pan, releasing another successful album in 2011, and sharing the stage with numerous top acts, including Pelican. But with the new school, no wave, music coming to prominence, they can't be content to rest on past successes; it is time to move forward and craft the next in what might be a long and fruitful career. Their new EP, a two song offering titled "White Light" is the next logical step in a career that gets longer by the day.

Contrary to the instant gratification attitude we so often force into our music, the band takes their time warming up to the bulk of "White Light Sunshine," going a full two minutes before the first wave of crunching riffs breaks through the haze. That repeated riff, the one that forms the backbone of the entire track, may seem simplistic and safe; and perhaps it actually is. But the sheer density of it all, the weight with which in comes down on you, is enough to be a driving force. You won't find any sweeping melodies here, nor would you want to. The layers of amelodic vocals give way to coarse screams, a style that finds a symbiotic mesh with the instrumental itself. It's about as subtle as a cartoon anvil to the head, but it works. The second track, "The Bonemarrow Weight," is the same, but somehow different. It relies more heavily on a central melody, one that was all but absent before. The distortion levels are still through the roof, with each rumbling guitar and bass string vibrating the cones of your speaker of choice. But rather than a planned shift of vocal style, as before, you get a constant. The entire song is unapologetic in its directness, pushing the limits of how much bass heavy distortion any one listener can take, without ever crossing the threshold to careless.

Neoclassical talents be damned, not every album needs a stream of Wagner inspired symphonies or Van Halen-esque solos to make it deep or interesting. "White Light" is the perfect example of an album that is straightforward, somewhat predictable, and yet still compelling. The combination of chunky riffs and unlimited distortion can be a dangerous game, but when executed well, as it is here, it can be captivating. Your head starts to move in a slow nod, one that you might not have noticed, but you will have  a hard time stopping. It's an interesting dynamic between band and fan that can seldom be explained. And let's be honest; we don't need to know why our head is moving, or the scientific reasoning for why we allow it to happen. Just give us a deliberate beat, a set of driving riffs, and a scream that coats it like a thin layer of sludge, and let our bodies react as they may. In the future, some time down the musical timeline, every band might need a flurry of solos to be considered good or new. But here, in 2013, The Death Of Her Money don't need bells and whistles to get our respect.

8/10

Bandcamp - https://thedeathofhermoney.bandcamp.com/
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Death-Of-Her-Money/163632863667642
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