Posts Tagged Nu Metal
That Sucide Silence mp3 earlier in the week got me reminiscing about Deftones – the band that got me into metal in the first place. It wasn’t some lank-haired cousin lending me Number of The Beast or spotting some guy in the street wearing a Metallica t-shirt that I thought looked cool. It was my mate Andy giving me a mixtape with KoRn on one side, and Deftones on the other.
This would’ve been in late 1997. Around The Fur, of which ‘My Own Summer (Shove It)’ is the opening track, had only been out a few months, and every single track of the Deftones side of the mixtape blew my mind a little bit further. I eventually wore the tape out, fast-forwarding and rewinding it till it snapped as I tried to listen to this track over and over again.
These days the young ‘uns can download themselves till their iPods burst, but back then 56kps modems were pretty much the bleeding edge. No doubt when their forthcoming album, Eros, is released early next year, even more kids will get into metal by sharing their music. I just hope they remember to give the band something back in exchange for gifting us with their talents.
You might’ve heard of Suicide Silence. Unfairly painted by death metal purists as being “too scene” (what does that mean?) because they committed the cardinal sin of playing to audiences of younger, more MySpace-using fans than the usual truck of bearded beer-bellies that show up to death metal shows. The LA deathcore-types have been on tour with lots of big names as part of the Rockstar Mayhem tour in the US, and when I saw them headline the Summer Slaughter tour in the UK I could see why there’s such a fuss about them: they were blinding.
You’ve definitely heard of Deftones. By far the best band to arrive during that 1990s belch that goes by the name ‘nu-metal’. They were one of the bands – if not the band – that got me into metal at the tender age of 14. I could go on but I’m saving it for another blog, another time.
Well, the former has gone and covered the latter. A big, stonking heavy screaching bastard cover of ‘Engine no.9’, to be precise. I’m sure there are plenty of people who’ll consider this cover sacrilege, but anyone who’s had to hear Deftones cover Weezer, right when they should be tearing ‘7 Words’ apart, knows that they’re hardly without sin in the covers game.
I got very exicted by the initial announcement for Metal Hammer’s Defenders of the The Faith II tour. Dimmu Borgir and Lamb of God on the same bill? Yes, we very much would like that please. What we weren’t so sure about was the first support act announced, LA’s Five Finger Death Punch. They’ve passed by my personal metal-radar, so I off I went to their MySpace page for a bit of investigation.
Oh dear. Embarassing, isn’t it?
It’s like someone took all the worst bits of nu-metal (overly macho posturing, sub-Corey Taylor barks, cringeworthy lyrics stuffed to the guts with clichés) and the worse bits of scene-metalcore (random clean-singing, unimaginative and hackneyed solos, breakdowns lacking any real crunch) and combined them into one of the most uninspired belch of generic metal possible. These boys make Disturbed (almost) seen credible.
I was praying for a glimmer of something to elevate this – two members of the band used to be in W.A.S.P, so I was hoping at least for some OTT stupidity in some form or another – but there’s nothing. Five Finger Death Punch are exceptional only in their capacity to be unexceptional in every way. At least they’ll give us (and everyone else) a chance to go to the bar during Defenders of the Faith.
“Step to me, step to me motherfucker / zip your lip, you’ve run out of time.
Step to me, step to me motherfucker / Talk the talk, now walk the damn line”
Actually: please just fuck off.