There are a lot of bands out there in the world, you know? Just the sheer volume of them is absolutely astounding. And, every single one is trying to carve out its own little niche, trying to garner a little fanfare, trying to piece together a few good songs, and trying to, eventually, be very rich, and heard by millions. Now, there are quite a few bands that have actually accomplished this feat. Look no further than the cover of Rolling Stone, or Blender; and you’ll find some act that the media is just fawning over. And, sadly, for something to garner fanfare across the board, it usually has to be thinned down to a point. The quirkiness must often be shed for time-tested hooks, and introspective lyrics must be left only in the notebooks; to pave way for a catchy, easy to remember chorus. What we really need is some good music in the mainstream. Death Cab’s recent breakthrough success and the growing popularity of The Shins are doing some good; but there is still a lot of bad music out there that we as the listening public are forced to muddle through. And yes, there is a point to all of this.
More important than all that sad truth, I’m happy now to finally tell you about a band that has remained unaffected by all this, for lack of a better term, mainstream stupidity. I’m happy to say, that it seems like none of these pathetic traditions have found their way into the path of the members of Slow Runner. Pushing out through the hordes, this is a band that’s really worthy of attention. Ever since their debut album, No Disassemble, landed in my mailbox I have barely been able to turn it off. It’s some of the most compelling music I’ve ever had the pleasure to hear. It now lives happily in my iPod; where it will likely stay for quite a while.
Walking a tightrope so comfortably that it’s almost shocking, the sound seems to have come from a million influences, but it all still fits together so perfectly. I see remnants of The Beatles, the biting wit of Ben Folds, a pinch of the Postal Service, a whisk of Aqualung, a touch of Death Cab, and some nagging tidbit of Radiohead. That may sound a bit convoluted, but trust me: it works.
The band is fronted by singer-guitarist Michael Flynn, former finalist in a John Lennon Songwriting Scholarship Competition (through which he had the opportunity to meet Yoko Ono). After this small uplift, and tiny foot into the music industry, Flynn soon hooked up with Josh Kaler in Boston. The two of them worked out the nuances of the Slow Runner sound, and wrote the songs that would eventually fill up No Disassemble. The rest of the cast rounded out, and Slow Runner was born.
For a debut album, they band shows a lot of maturity here. The vocals have a falsetto to them; which accents the Beck-ish type mix of electronic, guitar, et al quite well. There’s not really a weak track among the lot. The album opens appropriately, with a 44 second instrumental of sorts of quasi-electronica. This leads to the catchy wit of opening song “Break Your Mama’s Back.” The lyrical quality and musical style that is to follow for the remainder of the record is represented well in this track. Other highlights include the sparing track “The Sea Is Never Full,” and the jaunty “Redneck Bar.” “Don’t Let Them See Me Like This” is also another great addition to the lot; a slow-to-mid-tempo, echoing number that will linger in your mind long after you’ve heard it. The Death Cab For Cutie-esque “12.19.03” is also a heck of a song.
If Slow Runner takes the right path down the fickle road that is the music business, they very well could be poised to, someday, receive the passing of the mellow rock crown from Ben Gibbard & Co. I highly recommend you check out Slow Runner, this is one band that definitely deserves some mainstream attention.
(Red Ink / Red Music)
Good Riddance – Thoughts and Prayers
The fire still burns brightly for Good Riddance
It would seem that the current US administration has proven to be fertile fields for political punks. If there is a positive to have come out of the past few years, it is in the form of angry punk rock records. The aptly titled Thoughts and Prayers, the new record by Good Riddance, could very well be the best of them. For many like myself, Good Riddance was the gateway to a world of punk rock socio-political commentary; wrapped in aggressive, melodic hardcore that opened your mind as much as it punched a hole in the wall. 1996’s A Comprehensive Guide to Moderne Rebellion and the really terrific 1998 record Ballads from the Revolution, were eye-opening propositions for a wide-eyed kid. Good Riddance resonated because their songs were hard-hitting commentary that sounded like broken-hearted punk rock songs. They sang intelligently about inequality, human despair, and the sometimes broken system in which we live in. And when their broken-hearted punk rock songs weren’t about society and politics, they were broken-hearted punk rock songs about broken hearts (don’t think there have been love songs as good in the genre as “Jeannie” and “Not With Him”).
Four years since their comeback record, Peace In Our Time, we get the much more furious Thoughts and Prayers. 12 songs of trademark breakneck melodic hardcore that talks about the divisive current political climate without going as far as saying things like “Trump sucks”. But that’s never been the Good Riddance way. Vocalist and chief lyricist Russ Rankin has always found a way to express his anger and disappointment with poise and intelligence- sounding more like a well-read poet than a man yelling on a street corner.
In the track “Don’t Have Time”, he sings about the futility of repeating history to trumpet nationalism; “And those same old fears arise / With eyes too drawn to counteract / The ghost in you comes rushing back / Too caustic to subside / Just what have we done? / We killed a mother’s only son / Just to remain at number one“. And lyrically, much of takes a similar route of well-written stanzas that question a lot of what is going on in the world at the present time. Songs like the opening “Edmund Pettus Bridge” (let’s hope everyone knows the significance of this landmark), replete with Michael Douglas Wall Street sound byte, sings of social inequality but does it with a trace of hope. While songs like “The Great Divide” are an example of melodic hardcore’s finest moments; unrelenting sonic pummeling that is as melodic as it is potent. “Wish You Well” takes cues from Good Riddance’s “softer” tones of catchy choruses and mid-tempo verses; akin to the track “Saccharine” (from 2003’s Bound by Ties of Blood and Affection). Perhaps the best thing about the 12 songs here is that they are all very succinct, potent, with rarely a moment of filler. The album is consistently good, and while it rarely deviates from the Good Riddance sound, it never lacks in the fire and fury we’ve come to expect.
The album itself SOUNDS fantastic, credit again to Bill Stevenson and Jason Livermore at The Blasting Room for their production. The guitars rip at the right levels while the percussion work hits just right. The mixing levels are as close to perfect as you can get without any one element dominating over another- a constant the band have found since 1999’s Operation Phoenix (no surprise, the first of their albums to have been produced at the Blasting Room).
The appeal of Good Riddance has always been two-fold. Firstly, their music has shown steadfast quality, and the albums have found longevity due to the way Rankin and company write their songs. With lyrics referring to and talking about a multitude of humanist issues without having to directly reference them, they remain political, timely, writing music as urgent as it was through the 90s as it is today. That may be a sad indictment of society itself, but it doesn’t take away from their effectiveness and influence. Rankin himself has said that their music may not have changed the world per se, they continue to open eyes and minds. This writer can attest to the latter- and the importance of that can’t be underlined enough. Their early discography spoke to my generation about life, self, and the interconnected reality of the world we live- no matter how hard to try not to believe it. Thoughts and Prayers is a furious, timely, and potent slab of hard-hitting melodic hardcore and shows that the fire clearly still burns as passionately for Good Riddance as it did all those years ago. And perhaps it’ll be what A Comprehensive Guide to Moderne Rebellion and Ballads From the Revolution was to me for a whole new generation.
Hatriot – From Days Unto Darkness
From Days Unto Darkness is a relentless pummeling of thrash metal’s best qualities
When it comes to Bay Area thrash metal, there are two bands that sit atop the mountain forever entwined to its history; Metallica and Exodus. Both bands linked together by Kirk Hammett, both bands crucial to the Bay Area’s most destructive form of music. Exodus may not have their name in lights as Metallica does, but Exodus’ influence cannot be mistaken- and many point to them as being the one true progenitor of Bay Area thrash. Hatriot, a band that was started by Exodus vocalist Steve Souza in 2011, are a real chip off the ol’ block. Surprisingly, it isn’t just musically that Hatriot follows suit from Exodus, its a family thing too. While Steve Souza left Hatriot in 2015, his sons Nick and Cody continue on percussions and guitars with the latter taking on vocal duties once the older Souza returned to Exodus.
Hatriot does more than just follow on the Exodus path; they’ve loudly carved their own slice of the thrash pie. Led by Kosta Varvatakis shredding guitar work and Cody Souza’s blistering (sometimes ominous) vocal work, Hatriot may have found their Fabulous Disaster, ironically, also three albums in.
From Days Unto Darkness is a relentless pummeling of thrash metal’s best qualities; machine gun percussion work (I’m a sucker for some great double bass drums), shredding guitars, soaring solos, and vocals that does the growling well, and the screaming even better. Tracks like “Organic Remains” and the blistering “Carnival of Execution” showcase the band’s ability to craft songs that are equal parts urgency and solid musicianship. Thematically, From Days Unto Darkness covers the usual thrash metal spread; the end times, death, destruction, and humanity’s failing graces- all done with equal breakneck, ear piercing destruction sonically. “World, Flesh & Devil” is perhaps the album’s best outing- a raging beast of a song, that if carnage could be written in music form, this is it incarnate. At 4:26, it is one of the shorter tracks of the release, but much of the album features in at the 6-7 minute mark- a trademark of thrash metal’s desire to not only showcase talent but to do it over extended periods.
What the album lacks perhaps is that one magnum opus of a track. Sure, it’s not easy for any band to write “Master of Puppets”, but From Days Unto Darkness rarely takes a breather. It’s mostly positive, but while Master had at times, slow interludes to let you catch your breath, Hatriot takes absolutely no prisoners- staying true to their thrash metal heritage. If you’re not quite up for it, this album will hammer you into a stupor.
The halcyon days of Bay Area thrash metal may be long resigned to nostalgic documentaries, but Hatriot are not interested in just being a throwback to their roots. From Days Unto Darkness is not for the weak and if this is the sign that thrash metal is alive and kicking, then the future and present are in damn good hands.