After having seen these home town boys about 10 times during the first few years of their existence (2004-2008'ish), I hit a major drought in my opportunities to catch The Sword. Such is the price of having kids (me) and experiencing a meteoric rise to stardom (them, not me). But I was stoked to finally catch them again this past Saturday at the new Emo's here in Austin.
There were a couple openers, American Sharks and Dixie Witch, apparently both local Austin bands. Neither was particularly noteworthy, although the lead singer of American Sharks provided some pretty good comedic relief with his obvious enthusiasm about opening for The Sword. Let's just move on to the main attraction.
Setlist:
01. Night City
02. Tres Brujas
03. Freya
04. Hammer Of Heaven*
05. How Heavy This Axe
06. Barael's Blade
07. Cloak Of Feathers*
08. Lawless Lands
09. Maiden, Mother, & Crone
10. To Take The Black
11. Mountain**
12. Tears Of Fire
13. Seven Sisters*
14. Arrows In The Dark
(break)
15. Iron Swan
16. Winter's Wolves
* New song (confirmed title via Bryan Ritchie, the bassist)
** New song (unconfirmed title via the Googles)
That's a decent set, although for me personally it definitely could have been better. First of all, while I think Warp Riders might be their best album so far, they opened with my 2 least favorite songs from that album (which are also 2 of my 3 least favorite Sword songs overall, with the 3rd being "Ebethron", from Age Of Winters). In general, I thought their Warp Riders selections could have been much stronger. And second, I'm really not a huge fan of getting tons of new material live before having heard it recorded. So, I would have swapped out a few songs, especially if we could have gotten a couple of their longer epics like "The Black River/The White Sea", "Lament Of The Aurochs", or one of the "Chronomancer" tracks. Something to give the show a little more length would have been nice. As it was, they blasted through that set in an hour and 20 minutes.
That being said, they covered their whole catalog pretty well, and there was plenty of solid riffage going around. They absolutely crushed old favorites "Freya", "Barael's Blade", and "Winter's Wolves"; those really got the crowd going. "To Take The Black" was the best of the Gods Of The Earth offerings, although I thought they cranked out "Maiden, Mother, & Crone" pretty well, too. The new material didn't blow me away, but its tough (for me, anyway) to gauge new material in a setting like this. It was pretty meaty, so I look forward to checking it out on their upcoming release. The highlight of the night for me, though, was "Arrows In The Dark". That was the first song I really latched onto when first checking out Warp Riders, and I thought they just owned the place with it.
On the technical side, the sound was overall pretty good. The drums and bass were nicely set up, deep and thunderous. And when working on a single monolithic riff, the guitars were always crunchy and clear. There were a couple times when everything got going fast and heavy where the guitars washed out a bit into a wall of noise, but in general they were able to come through reasonably well. As usual, however, JD's vocals were a bit of a semi-disaster. For the first few songs, there was clearly something wrong with the mic setup; the vocals were saturating and occasionally cutting in and out, it was actually somewhat distracting. But eventually they got that sorted out. The rest of the time, you could tell the plan was to keep his vocals at just the right level where they were audible, but not too audible. Let's face it, vocals are not the guy's strong suit. But, aside from the technical issues, it was a typical more-or-less satisfactory JD performance, usually a bit off-pitch but not detrimental to the overall show.
As far as the energy goes, everyone in the building was pretty pumped. The guys in the band seemed excited to be back in Austin, and they executed with a ton of enthusiasm. The new drummer and the guitarist Kyle were particularly demonstrative. In turn, the crowd was thoroughly appreciative of every riff they laid down. I don't seem to remember this from previous Sword shows, but a pit started up right in front of where we were standing, about 20 feet from the stage. Normally I find this a bit annoying, but in this case it was more-or-less entertaining. Mainly a bunch of banging into each other with no real malicious carnage. It was more of a pretty happy, rocking-out-with-a-tallboy kind of vibe.
So, overall, not one of the best shows I've ever seen, but still plenty enjoyable. Hopefully it won't be another 3.5 years until the next time I see them!
[Special kudos to my buddy Dennis, who provided a prime example of good parenting by bringing his 13-year-old to the show. The kid even made a brief foray into the pit before the night was done. Well done, all around.]
Friday, April 27, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
(11.19.2011) Between The Buried And Me @ Emo's, Austin
It is absolutely ludicrous how late I am with this review. Pathetic even. I have no excuse. Well, that's not true. Of course I have an excuse, its just a piss poor one.
Its tough to express how obsessed I've been with Between The Buried And Me the past few years. They've knocked off some major heavyweights (Tool, Opeth, Neurosis, etc) to take the throne as Tedo's Favorite Band. 2007's Colors was one of the best albums I had ever heard, completely un-toppable. Then, of course, they topped it in 2009 with The Great Misdirect (reviewed by yours truly here). At that point I delved more thoroughly into their older, rawer material, and was utterly blown away. Round it out with 2011's spectacular EP release The Parallax: Hypersleep Dialogues, and you've got a Tedo foaming at the mouth to get some live BTBAM action.
For a while though, the boys weren't cooperating. The closest they came to Austin during that stretch was a Dallas show last May. It was a Saturday night, The Ocean was opening (!!), it was the perfect scenario.....except I was in Vegas. Were they taunting me??!! At last, the snubbing came to an end last summer as the crew finally caved and scheduled a November show at the new Emo's East in Austin. I don't remember for certain, but I'm pretty sure that when I found out, I sprang out of my office chair shouting "GUH?!!!" to unsuspecting co-workers who happened to be walking by. I recruited my always open-minded bro-in-law to come share in the night of bludgeonry, and immediately snagged a ticket. I'd be surprised if anyone had theirs booked before I did. There may have been some post-purchase crying too. Again, I'm not certain.
The night of the show rolled around, and I was practically vibrating in anticipation. I don't think I had ever been more excited for a show. But, before the main event, there were a couple openers.
The first opener was new to me, a British band called Tesseract (awesome band name), and I really enjoyed them. They had a Meshuggah'ish djent style rhythm, but with a bit more melody and cleaner vocals. The singer would occasionally go rough, but mostly the vocals were a bit of a drawn out croon. A good analogy would be to say they were akin to a more atmospheric Meshuggah with Thom Yorke vocals. They sounded great, and did an admirable job getting the crowd warmed up. [Note: I have since picked up Tesseract's only LP to date, One, and it is quite good.]
Next up was Animals As Leaders, who I was already somewhat familiar with. They're an instrumental band big on mad virtuoso guitar work. I was very impressed with their set, both sonically and visually. The band was incredibly tight and maintained a frantic pace. Two large screens displayed quickly changing geometrical sequences and patterns, it all had a very mathematical feel that complemented the rhythmic precision of the music perfectly. The crowd was fully appreciative of the set, and really seemed to get into it. Whereas Tesseract had gotten a good groove going with the crowd, Animals As Leaders took the energy to a new level. Exactly what we needed for the impending BTBAM onslaught. [Note: I have also since bought Animals As Leaders' two albums. Their first self-titled album is outstanding. Their second album, Weightless, is decent, but in my opinion not as strong as the first.]
At this point, my head was about to cave in from excitement. My anticipation for the headliner combined with how much I surprisingly liked the openers was beginning to drive away my ability to think clearly. Then Between The Buried And Me took the stage, and my brain truly snapped.
Here's the set:
01. Mirrors
02. Obfuscation
03. Foam Born (b) The Decade Of Statues
04. Disease, Injury, Madness
05. Specular Reflection
06. Medley (Alaska/All Bodies/Arsonist/Shevanel Cut A Flip/Aspirations/Fire For A Dry Mouth/Lost Perfection (b) Anablephobia)
07. Viridian
08. White Walls
09. Mordecai
I've been grappling with how in the hell to approach this particular show review, because quite honestly I don't really have clear memories of very many specific moments (see "piss poor excuse" mentioned above). I do remember looking up at the start and seeing the gong hanging behind Blake's kit and thinking to myself, "yep, this is going to be a good show." After that, the show just melted into one big wall of awesome. But, let's just take the setlist first. Oh my god, what an incredible set that is. I wouldn't change a single thing, I love every track they played. They even nailed me with my three favorite BTBAM songs: "White Walls", "Specular Reflection", and "Disease, Injury, Madness". And I was completely caught off guard by the medley. They had caused rampant speculation before the tour by announcing that fans better dust off the first three albums and study up. I thought maybe we'd get "Alaska", "Lost Perfection", or some "Shevanel", but I never dreamed they would fuse together a 10+ minute monstrosity showcasing the best of all of them. Not many bands could pull that off!
This was actually my first foray into the new Emo's East venue, so I didn't really know what to expect as far as the sound goes. BTBAM has released one live album before, Colors Live, which features superb audio quality. So, my hope was that this would also be the case here, and I was not disappointed in the least. As it was, the sound was incredible. Tommy Rogers' vocals were clear for both the rough sections and the clean, both guitars were right up in the mix, and Blake's drums were absolutely devastating. The bass was the only thing that kind of blended in, but really this isn't much different than how their studio recordings are mixed. In any event, any worry of the sound quality getting in the way of the experience were quickly put to rest.
As I mentioned, I have no previous BTBAM show experience for comparison, so I can't really say how this show stacks up to their others. But I can definitely say this was numero uno in my long, illustrious show-going career. Tommy Rogers was a fist-pumping, red-faced whirling dervish, I have no idea how such a skinny guy rips out vocals like that. Waggoner's fingers were a blur as he blew through insane arpeggio-laden solos, while Dusty kept things nice and zen on the other side of the stage, cranking out the nasty crunchy rhythm. Briggs was the funkiest of the bunch, with that goofy way that he holds his bass mid-chest. By the end of the show he was lifting that thing so high he seemed to be gnawing on it. And what do you say about the drumming? It was the Blake Richardson show, jaw-dropping and inspiring. With how long and frantically chaotic BTBAM's songs typically are, I have no idea how he even remembers how they go, let alone be physically able to execute. Guys like Danny Carey and Brann Dailor get a lot more press, but they've got nothing on this guy.
The energy of the crowd was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. While I'm not much of a mosh pit guy, I can appreciate an enthusiastically aggressive gathering, and this crowd was certainly that. I must admit that as "Mirrors" exploded into "Obfuscation", I was actually caught off guard and almost knocked down as the crowd surged forward to accommodate the pit that had just manifested behind me. After regaining my footing and fighting off a couple goons, I found a nice spot at the back wall of the pit, perfectly positioned about 40 feet from the stage, dead center. From here I was able to take it all in, how the churning mass of humanity before me ebbed and flowed with every change in BTBAM's dynamic pace, alternating between peaceful moments of still, rapt attention, and others of ferocious pummeling bludgeonry. Through it all, though, I never got a feeling of anger, or angst. It was pure high-octane euphoria, a devastating release of happy, positive energy. By the end of the show, I was sweaty, sore, utterly exhausted, and grinning from one deaf ear to the other.
I wish I could remember more specific moments, but there is one that I can recount, and that is the amazing performance of "White Walls". This is my favorite song by my favorite band, and while in a lot of scenarios that math does not necessarily add up to one's favorite overall song, for me it absolutely does. As I heard the mellow intro of "Viridian" kick in, I think every drop of adrenaline and serotonin in my body was simultaneously released, and when it then slid seamlessly into the slick intro of "White Walls", I had no choice but to rush the pit. Standing in one spot nodding my head would not suffice, this called for action! For 15 glorious minutes my head swam as BTBAM took my favorite song, shredded it, shoved in my face, and made it even better. When they landed on the legendary break down and Tommy Rogers began repeatedly ripping "WHIIIIITE WAAAAAALL!!" from his throat, I seriously thought my heart might tear through my chest right then and there. It was greatest live music moment I have yet to experience.
After that, I didn't know what else they could do. I thought for sure they'd end the show on it. But no, they whipped out "Mordecai" and provided a few more minutes of complete and utter domination. I have no idea how I survived.
Best show ever. Best band ever. They can't make it back to Austin soon enough.
Its tough to express how obsessed I've been with Between The Buried And Me the past few years. They've knocked off some major heavyweights (Tool, Opeth, Neurosis, etc) to take the throne as Tedo's Favorite Band. 2007's Colors was one of the best albums I had ever heard, completely un-toppable. Then, of course, they topped it in 2009 with The Great Misdirect (reviewed by yours truly here). At that point I delved more thoroughly into their older, rawer material, and was utterly blown away. Round it out with 2011's spectacular EP release The Parallax: Hypersleep Dialogues, and you've got a Tedo foaming at the mouth to get some live BTBAM action.
For a while though, the boys weren't cooperating. The closest they came to Austin during that stretch was a Dallas show last May. It was a Saturday night, The Ocean was opening (!!), it was the perfect scenario.....except I was in Vegas. Were they taunting me??!! At last, the snubbing came to an end last summer as the crew finally caved and scheduled a November show at the new Emo's East in Austin. I don't remember for certain, but I'm pretty sure that when I found out, I sprang out of my office chair shouting "GUH?!!!" to unsuspecting co-workers who happened to be walking by. I recruited my always open-minded bro-in-law to come share in the night of bludgeonry, and immediately snagged a ticket. I'd be surprised if anyone had theirs booked before I did. There may have been some post-purchase crying too. Again, I'm not certain.
The night of the show rolled around, and I was practically vibrating in anticipation. I don't think I had ever been more excited for a show. But, before the main event, there were a couple openers.
The first opener was new to me, a British band called Tesseract (awesome band name), and I really enjoyed them. They had a Meshuggah'ish djent style rhythm, but with a bit more melody and cleaner vocals. The singer would occasionally go rough, but mostly the vocals were a bit of a drawn out croon. A good analogy would be to say they were akin to a more atmospheric Meshuggah with Thom Yorke vocals. They sounded great, and did an admirable job getting the crowd warmed up. [Note: I have since picked up Tesseract's only LP to date, One, and it is quite good.]
Next up was Animals As Leaders, who I was already somewhat familiar with. They're an instrumental band big on mad virtuoso guitar work. I was very impressed with their set, both sonically and visually. The band was incredibly tight and maintained a frantic pace. Two large screens displayed quickly changing geometrical sequences and patterns, it all had a very mathematical feel that complemented the rhythmic precision of the music perfectly. The crowd was fully appreciative of the set, and really seemed to get into it. Whereas Tesseract had gotten a good groove going with the crowd, Animals As Leaders took the energy to a new level. Exactly what we needed for the impending BTBAM onslaught. [Note: I have also since bought Animals As Leaders' two albums. Their first self-titled album is outstanding. Their second album, Weightless, is decent, but in my opinion not as strong as the first.]
At this point, my head was about to cave in from excitement. My anticipation for the headliner combined with how much I surprisingly liked the openers was beginning to drive away my ability to think clearly. Then Between The Buried And Me took the stage, and my brain truly snapped.
Here's the set:
01. Mirrors
02. Obfuscation
03. Foam Born (b) The Decade Of Statues
04. Disease, Injury, Madness
05. Specular Reflection
06. Medley (Alaska/All Bodies/Arsonist/Shevanel Cut A Flip/Aspirations/Fire For A Dry Mouth/Lost Perfection (b) Anablephobia)
07. Viridian
08. White Walls
09. Mordecai
I've been grappling with how in the hell to approach this particular show review, because quite honestly I don't really have clear memories of very many specific moments (see "piss poor excuse" mentioned above). I do remember looking up at the start and seeing the gong hanging behind Blake's kit and thinking to myself, "yep, this is going to be a good show." After that, the show just melted into one big wall of awesome. But, let's just take the setlist first. Oh my god, what an incredible set that is. I wouldn't change a single thing, I love every track they played. They even nailed me with my three favorite BTBAM songs: "White Walls", "Specular Reflection", and "Disease, Injury, Madness". And I was completely caught off guard by the medley. They had caused rampant speculation before the tour by announcing that fans better dust off the first three albums and study up. I thought maybe we'd get "Alaska", "Lost Perfection", or some "Shevanel", but I never dreamed they would fuse together a 10+ minute monstrosity showcasing the best of all of them. Not many bands could pull that off!
This was actually my first foray into the new Emo's East venue, so I didn't really know what to expect as far as the sound goes. BTBAM has released one live album before, Colors Live, which features superb audio quality. So, my hope was that this would also be the case here, and I was not disappointed in the least. As it was, the sound was incredible. Tommy Rogers' vocals were clear for both the rough sections and the clean, both guitars were right up in the mix, and Blake's drums were absolutely devastating. The bass was the only thing that kind of blended in, but really this isn't much different than how their studio recordings are mixed. In any event, any worry of the sound quality getting in the way of the experience were quickly put to rest.
As I mentioned, I have no previous BTBAM show experience for comparison, so I can't really say how this show stacks up to their others. But I can definitely say this was numero uno in my long, illustrious show-going career. Tommy Rogers was a fist-pumping, red-faced whirling dervish, I have no idea how such a skinny guy rips out vocals like that. Waggoner's fingers were a blur as he blew through insane arpeggio-laden solos, while Dusty kept things nice and zen on the other side of the stage, cranking out the nasty crunchy rhythm. Briggs was the funkiest of the bunch, with that goofy way that he holds his bass mid-chest. By the end of the show he was lifting that thing so high he seemed to be gnawing on it. And what do you say about the drumming? It was the Blake Richardson show, jaw-dropping and inspiring. With how long and frantically chaotic BTBAM's songs typically are, I have no idea how he even remembers how they go, let alone be physically able to execute. Guys like Danny Carey and Brann Dailor get a lot more press, but they've got nothing on this guy.
The energy of the crowd was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. While I'm not much of a mosh pit guy, I can appreciate an enthusiastically aggressive gathering, and this crowd was certainly that. I must admit that as "Mirrors" exploded into "Obfuscation", I was actually caught off guard and almost knocked down as the crowd surged forward to accommodate the pit that had just manifested behind me. After regaining my footing and fighting off a couple goons, I found a nice spot at the back wall of the pit, perfectly positioned about 40 feet from the stage, dead center. From here I was able to take it all in, how the churning mass of humanity before me ebbed and flowed with every change in BTBAM's dynamic pace, alternating between peaceful moments of still, rapt attention, and others of ferocious pummeling bludgeonry. Through it all, though, I never got a feeling of anger, or angst. It was pure high-octane euphoria, a devastating release of happy, positive energy. By the end of the show, I was sweaty, sore, utterly exhausted, and grinning from one deaf ear to the other.
I wish I could remember more specific moments, but there is one that I can recount, and that is the amazing performance of "White Walls". This is my favorite song by my favorite band, and while in a lot of scenarios that math does not necessarily add up to one's favorite overall song, for me it absolutely does. As I heard the mellow intro of "Viridian" kick in, I think every drop of adrenaline and serotonin in my body was simultaneously released, and when it then slid seamlessly into the slick intro of "White Walls", I had no choice but to rush the pit. Standing in one spot nodding my head would not suffice, this called for action! For 15 glorious minutes my head swam as BTBAM took my favorite song, shredded it, shoved in my face, and made it even better. When they landed on the legendary break down and Tommy Rogers began repeatedly ripping "WHIIIIITE WAAAAAALL!!" from his throat, I seriously thought my heart might tear through my chest right then and there. It was greatest live music moment I have yet to experience.
After that, I didn't know what else they could do. I thought for sure they'd end the show on it. But no, they whipped out "Mordecai" and provided a few more minutes of complete and utter domination. I have no idea how I survived.
Best show ever. Best band ever. They can't make it back to Austin soon enough.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
(10.25.2011) Mastodon @ La Zona Rosa, Austin
Last week, Mastodon came to Austin. When I had originally heard that they'd be coming to town, I debated whether or not to go. The last couple albums definitely have their bright spots, but in my opinion are not nearly as formidable as the previous 3 monsters. Plus, I had seen Mastodon once in person before, and had seen and heard recorded footage of them, and the nicest thing I can say about it is that at least they play with a lot of energy. If I had to coin a phrase, I guess I would say that they're the "best terrible live band" I've ever seen. Bad vocals and sloppy execution, but lots of fist pumping action. But, the timing of this trip to Austin was nicely placed directly between what turned out to be a horrid Opeth show and what I fully expect to be a mind-blowing Between The Buried And Me show. So, I figured what the hell, and headed out for it.
There were two openers, the first of which was a local Austin band called Ancient Wisdom. They were.....interesting, I guess. They had two guitarists, one electric and one acoustic, a bass, and a drummer who played (badly) standing up and handled all the vocals. It was kind of a doom+stoner rock combination. They had some pretty nifty acoustic riffs, but the rest was pretty bad, borderline laughable. The drummer/singer guy was way too serious about lyrics that were way too cheesy. After their set, I actually talked with a couple of the guys for a few minutes. The acoustic guitarist "Ribs" works at Mohawk and the bassist "Trans Am" ("as in the car", he felt he needed to clarify) apparently works at Jackalope, and claims to be the guy behind all their burger recipes. They seemed like a couple of really nice guys, but man they gotta get away from that morose stand-up singing drummer guy. Hey, but kudos to Trans Am on the burgers, they are pretty damn tasty.
Next up was Black Tusk. I had never heard their material before, although I recognized their name and knew that one of my friends absolutely loves them. Talk about energy, oh my god, they destroyed the place for the better part of an hour. Immensely satisfying heavy guitar sludge, crazy metal vocals coming from 3 different directions (each member of the trio chipped in), and a frantically chaotic pace. It was a great time, and had probably the most unexpectedly meaty riffage I'd seen since the first time I ever caught The Sword (2004?).
Then Mastodon took the stage, and any question as to whether or not I should have hit this show were quickly swept away. Check out this set:
01. Dry Bone Valley
02. Black Tongue
03. Crystal Skull
04. I Am Ahab
05. Capillarian Crest
06. Colony Of Birchmen
07. Megalodon
08. Blasteroid
09. Sleeping Giant
10. Ghost Of Karelia
11. All The Heavy Lifting
12. Curl Of The Burl
13. Spectrelight
14. Bedazzled Fingernails
15. Circle Of Cysquatch
16. Aqua Dementia
17. Crack The Skye
18. Where Strides The Behemoth
19. Iron Tusk
20. March Of The Fire Ants
21. Blood And Thunder
Look at that set!!! Talk about fully representing your whole catalog! We've got 7 from The Hunter, 2 from Crack The Skye, 5 from Blood Mountain, 5 from Leviathan, and 2 from Remission. OK, so nothing from Call Of The Mastodon, but hey I'll live, there are only I think 2 songs from that album that I absolutely love anyway. If I had to be really picky, I suppose I would have gotten rid of a couple of the songs from the new album (probably "Blasteroid", "Curl Of The Burl", and "All The Heavy Lifting") and replaced them with a couple more of the stout classics ("Seabeast", "The Wolf Is Loose", "Workhorse", or if I'm really lucky, "Hearts Alive"). But in the end, I have zero complaints, the set was so much more than I had dared to hope for.
The big surprise for me was how improved the execution was, both in terms of the band's performance and the quality of the sound. For the first half of the show, I was about 20 feet from the stage in the center, trying hold my ground against the moshing idiots. From here, the sound was still a bit washed out when it got really heavy, you'd lose a little of the ability to distinguish the guitars, to hear the vocals, etc. But the execution seemed pretty spot on. Brann was going crazy, hitting every fill flawlessly, and the rest of the guys all nailed their timing perfectly. It actually seemed pretty tight, which was fairly impressive given that they do play with such energy and their material does have some challenging timing here and there.
For the latter half of the show, I actually moved back a bit, so that I was even with the soundboard. And back here, the sound was tremendous, far better balanced. And once I was back here with the better sound, I could definitely hear a huge difference in their execution. Each nuance was hit perfectly in stride, the performance was really excellent.
As far as the feel of the show, the guys seemed to be on a mission. I mean, they packed 21 heavy, hard-hitting songs in about an hour and a half. From the first show I saw, I remember them goofballing it up in between songs, making jokes or talking with the crowd. While they did stop a couple times to say a few words, for the most part during this show they just cranked right into the next number, barely taking a moment to breathe. The pace of the show was furious, I barely had time to soak in one song before practically pissing myself with glee as the next started.
This was an outstanding show. After the bummer of an Opeth show a couple weeks before, I REALLY needed a no frills, ass-kicking show to come set me straight. While Mastodon's newer material may not light quite the same fire in me as their older stuff, they've shown me they still know who they are, and they still know how to destroy. Next time they come to town, it'll be a much quicker decision.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
(10.04.2011) Opeth @ Stubb's
I've been dreading posting about this, because quite frankly this was the most frustrating show I've been to in a long time. But, I feel I need to at least get the setlist posted, along with a couple comments. The show really doesn't deserve much more than that.
Katatonia opened. I had heard of them before, but never really heard much of their stuff. I was looking forward to them, since they have a pretty strong following and have overall been pretty well received critically. First song was pretty good, second was OK, and after that I realized that pretty much every song sounded the same. Not bad, but not remarkable. I have no idea how representative that set was of their catalog.
OK, Opeth's set:
OK, Opeth's set:
01. The Devil's Orchard
02. I Feel The Dark
03. Face Of Melinda
04. Porcelain Heart
05. Pyre
06. The Throat Of Winter
07. Patterns In The Ivy II
08. Closure (preceded by Harvest teaser)
09. Slither
10. A Fair Judgement
11. Hex Omega
(break)
12. Folklore
OK, let's get the obvious out of the way: NOTHING HEAVY. ZERO. What??? Where the hell is the Opeth I know and love? I understand that they've gone a different direction with their most recent album, and I can respect that. I've actually grown to like the album quite a bit. But to completely abandon the heavy stuff boggles my mind, especially when they've previously always been very good about representing their work as a whole when they perform live. This time, power cords were few and far between, active drum work was sparse, and don't even bother looking for the death metal growl. It felt like a damn Indigo Girls show.
The shame is that, on a song by song basis, I really like most of the songs they chose to play. It was just the way they strung them together, the show never built any kind of momentum. I guess maybe if I had known ahead of time how their song selection was going to be, my expectation would have changed and it might have felt less infuriating. However, nothing could have prepared me for how much Akerfeldt was going to ramble on and on between the songs. Usually he's fairly chatty and funny, but this time it was way too much. Any time they might have started to pick up a little bit of steam, for example with the upbeat romping "Slither", the energy was quickly killed by his irritating blabbing. The pace of the show was just horrendous, enough that it unfortunately put a negative spin on the whole performance.
So, let's try to dig for some positives here. Like I said, I did like pretty much every song on an individual basis. There was a pretty heavy emphasis on the latest album, Heritage, accounting for 5 of the 12 songs, including my favorites in "I Feel The Dark", "The Devil's Orchard", and "Folklore". I loved hearing "Hex Omega", and "A Fair Judgment" is always a great choice. I was particularly surprised to hear them play "Patterns In The Ivy II", from the bonus disc of the special edition of Blackwater Park. "Face Of Melinda" and "Porcelain Heart" were OK, I think those songs are decent, but I could have done without them. In my mind, they signified the beginning of the disappointment in the show.
As far as the production, the sound was actually pristine, the best I've heard yet at an Opeth show. Granted, its tough to compare since the requirements for this show were scaled back. Its probably a lot easier when you don't have to worry about bass drum rolls, heavy distorted guitar, and heavy metal growls all washing into a wall of sound. But, to give them credit, everything was balanced very nicely, and Akerfeldt's vocals sounded incredible.
On the whole, while on paper it seems like a different, refreshing Opeth set, in reality it turned out to be mainly an exercise in frustration. And on a deeper level, this show bothered me far more than their major stylistic change on the latest album. Feeling the need to move on and progress creatively, I can totally understand, and respect. No true artist wants to get mired in creating the same thing over and over again, they want to master a broader skill set, produce a body of work that is diverse and varied. But this show seemed to make a more disturbing statement, that they not only wish to move on with their new creations, but want to distance themselves from their previous core aesthetic and material altogether. Perhaps that take on it is more doom-and-gloom than is warranted by one show, but its the one that that keeps stabbing at me in the wake of this disappointment.
The next time Opeth comes to town, I'll still be there, hoping to be rocked. But I'll be much more cautious in my expectations, and in my optimism.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Opeth - Heritage
01. Heritage (2:05)
02. The Devil's Orchard (6:39)
03. I Feel The Dark (6:40)
04. Slither (4:03)
05. Nepenthe (5:40)
06. Haxprocess (6:57)
07. Famine (8:32)
08. The Lines In My Hand (3:48)
09. Folklore (8:19)
10. Marrow Of The Earth (4:18)
11. Pyre (5:34)
12. Face In The Snow (4:04)
Seeing as I'm catching these guys live at Stubb's tonight, its only appropriate that I finally get off my ass and try to review this thing. I've been grappling with this album for a couple weeks now, and I've been putting off reviewing it because quite frankly I've been uncomfortable with the idea of committing myself to rigid opinion of it. Not something that usually bothers me.
To say that Heritage, Opeth's most recent offering, is polarizing would be the understatement of the year. Gone are the death metal vocals, the blast beats, the 10+ minute bone crushing opuses (opi?). In their place we now have swirling mellotrons, jazz-infused rhythm and percussion, even a flute makes an appearance. The clean vocals, which had taken 9 albums to work up to even a 50% share with the growl on the last album, 2008's Watershed, now reign supreme. What exactly in the hell is going on here?
That's not to say that this change is totally out of the blue. Over the past few albums, Opeth has continually worked toward a more and more progressive brand of metal. More mellow interludes, improved (and by now quite outstanding) clean vocals, more complex rhythm. Its just that up until now, Opeth's stylistic shift has been more about gradual change. Yes, a few years back they did produce Damnation, a 100% mellow, clean-vocal album. But that was tagged as more of a brief left-turn, an opportunity to do something completely different, almost a novelty. It was easy to accept, with the band's all-but-spelled-out assurance that the future still looked, more or less, heavy as shit.
In the case of Heritage, however, the stylistic upheaval seems to have a bit more gravitas. Strike that, a LOT more gravitas. Opeth is fully committed to this new sound, and in fact they seem majorly reinvigorated by the multitude of different directions available to them now. A sense of musical liberation absolutely permeates this album, and its this quality specifically that turned this particular skeptic into fanboy #1.
My first exposure to this album, along with pretty much everyone else, was the pre-album-release single "The Devil's Orchard". I thought it was OK, nothing particularly special, which in Opeth terms means I was essentially devastated. I wanted to be blown away, I wanted Opeth's newest track to pull me in, destroy me, spit me out, and leave me begging for more. I was left grasping at the notion that "The Devil's Orchard" was surely the oddball, and that the rest of the album would surely restore my faith. That idea was quickly dashed once I finally got my hands on the full album. I struggled through it the first time, unsure of exactly what I was listening to. Second time, same result. Third time through, not much better. At this point, I was starting to lose hope. There were a couple tracks that stood out as "good", a few as "tolerable", and a couple as "I never want to hear that again." But as tough as the going was, there was something, some quality about the album, that made me want to keep listening. While I was having trouble with the songs themselves, I was definitely caught by the organic sound of the album, and the sense of liberation that went along with it. It was the sound of artists creating exactly what they wanted to create, fans and critics be damned. And this made all the difference.
Massive understatement #2: this album is a grower.
Somewhere around the 5th or 6th time through, it all began to click. "The Devil's Orchard" had begun to feel pretty good, and "The Lines In My Hands" was definitely striking me the right way. I was also really digging the mellow bonus track "Face In The Snow". But these tracks are not particularly challenging, the former being a pretty straightforward rocker and the latter being a classic Opeth-style mellow number, complete with Akerfeldt's best crooning on the album. It was with "I Feel The Dark" that the tide really began to shift for the album as a whole. The acoustic intro with layered piano and mellotron, leading into a prominent plodding Mendez bassline, suddenly disrupted at about 3 minutes by a bout of heavy organ and guitar distortion, leading into alternating sections of acoustic twiddling and slow crunchy guitar, before fading out with some more layered mellotron, piano, and acoustic guitar. It all fit, impeccably. I began seeing it in the other tracks after that, and suddenly it was like I was listening to a whole new album.
As far as the individual tracks go, I would say that my favorites are "The Devil's Orchard" (ironic, I know), "I Feel The Dark", "Folklore", "Famine", and "Face In The Snow". "Heritage" and "Marrow Of The Earth" are short instrumentals, the former a beautifully executed instrumental piano piece, the latter consisting primarily of some quirky acoustic guitar. "Slither" is a fun romping ode to the late great Ronnie James Dio, and is probably the most out-of-place track on the album. "The Lines In My Hand" is the probably the easiest song to identify with for lovers of older Opeth, sounding a bit like a cut-down clean-vocal "Baying Of The Hounds". "Famine" is probably the most experimental track on the album, a sprawling prog-fest featuring guest percussionist Alex Acuna and some interesting flute placement, some cheesy and obvious (intro) and some fantastic and not-immediately-obvious (layered in toward the end of the song). "Nepenthe" and "Haxprocess" are really the only songs that I'm still working on. They're both pretty slow and deliberate, "Nepenthe" featuring an odd vocal melody that I can't quite come to terms with yet, and "Haxprocess" sounding very much like something left over from the Damnation recording sessions. Both songs may very well end up being tracks that I skip over, but, as with the rest of the album, both possess a subtle allure that keeps me listening, trying to find that hook or layer to pull me in.
Overall, I would say that this is probably Opeth's most ambitious work, and absolutely their bravest. Is it my favorite? Well, its still sinking in with me, but I feel pretty comfortable saying that no, its not ever going to be even close to my favorite. But its damn well earned my respect, and has bolstered my excitement for what this band can achieve in the future. According to Akerfeldt in the "Making Of Heritage" film that came with the album, typically everyone in the band is completely mentally and physically drained by the end of the recording process. With Heritage, this is the first time they actually feel renewed and excited about a new direction.
I can dig it.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
90 Days Later
So, I'm a bit slow posting about this, but it seems that life is just far too busy these days for pointless blog posts.
I yoinked my right shoulder pretty damn bad last September, in an accidental collision during one of my "non-contact" inline hockey games. Yeah, go me. Turned out it was separated pretty bad. At the AC joint, the clavicle stuck out the better part of an inch, which could be seen even through a heavy sweatshirt. ER doc said it was minor Grade 2 (out of 5), meaning the ligaments were a bit torn but not severed. He said they should heal on their own after a few weeks, so I headed out thinking I had dodged a bullet.
Well, I guess there's a reason this guy is a night shift ER doc and not an orthopedist. After a few weeks the pain had subsided a bit but it was still pretty sore, and visibly the joint hadn't pulled back together at all. So I went in to see an actual orthopedic surgeon. After a far more thorough gamut of X-rays (weighted, non-weighted, left shoulder and right shoulder for comparison), the doc told me I actually had a severe Grade 3 separation, meaning both the acromioclavicular and coracoclavicular ligmants were completely severed. Instead of the typical 6-7mm separation between coracoid and clavicle, mine was 19mm. Translation: surgery for Tedo.
I guess the upside of all this is that the surgeon was TOTALLY JAZZED. This guy fixes all sorts of knee and shoulder injuries all the time, with Monday and Wednesday of every week completely dedicated to surgeries all day long. But apparently the procedure I needed done he only gets to do 2-3 times a year. Its called a modified Weaver-Dunn, and it includes all sorts of cool stuff like drilling holes through bones and pulling cadaver tendons through said holes. They also lop off the last 1-2cm of the clavicle, apparently just for fun. Anyway, a more detailed description can be found here (although instead of the cord, imagine a chunk of hamstring tendon from a dead guy).
So, the deed was done Wednesday, December 8th. Doc said the timeline for full recovery would probably be about 6 months. The first 6 weeks my whole right arm had to be immobilized, which completely sucked. No picking up the kids, no driving my car, no exercise whatsoever, etc. I'm now at 13 weeks, and the progress since has been excellent. I've got most of my range of motion back, and normal everyday activities are no problem. Doc cleared me to start running again 3 weeks ago, and today cleared me to start back with weights. But most importantly, he cleared me to return to hockey in 8 weeks!! Perfect timing, as the next season begins in 9.
All in all, its been interesting, albeit a pretty sucky brand of interesting. Hey, but at least I got a sweet scar out of it.
Here is the pretty dramatic before-and-after comparison:
I yoinked my right shoulder pretty damn bad last September, in an accidental collision during one of my "non-contact" inline hockey games. Yeah, go me. Turned out it was separated pretty bad. At the AC joint, the clavicle stuck out the better part of an inch, which could be seen even through a heavy sweatshirt. ER doc said it was minor Grade 2 (out of 5), meaning the ligaments were a bit torn but not severed. He said they should heal on their own after a few weeks, so I headed out thinking I had dodged a bullet.
Well, I guess there's a reason this guy is a night shift ER doc and not an orthopedist. After a few weeks the pain had subsided a bit but it was still pretty sore, and visibly the joint hadn't pulled back together at all. So I went in to see an actual orthopedic surgeon. After a far more thorough gamut of X-rays (weighted, non-weighted, left shoulder and right shoulder for comparison), the doc told me I actually had a severe Grade 3 separation, meaning both the acromioclavicular and coracoclavicular ligmants were completely severed. Instead of the typical 6-7mm separation between coracoid and clavicle, mine was 19mm. Translation: surgery for Tedo.
I guess the upside of all this is that the surgeon was TOTALLY JAZZED. This guy fixes all sorts of knee and shoulder injuries all the time, with Monday and Wednesday of every week completely dedicated to surgeries all day long. But apparently the procedure I needed done he only gets to do 2-3 times a year. Its called a modified Weaver-Dunn, and it includes all sorts of cool stuff like drilling holes through bones and pulling cadaver tendons through said holes. They also lop off the last 1-2cm of the clavicle, apparently just for fun. Anyway, a more detailed description can be found here (although instead of the cord, imagine a chunk of hamstring tendon from a dead guy).
So, the deed was done Wednesday, December 8th. Doc said the timeline for full recovery would probably be about 6 months. The first 6 weeks my whole right arm had to be immobilized, which completely sucked. No picking up the kids, no driving my car, no exercise whatsoever, etc. I'm now at 13 weeks, and the progress since has been excellent. I've got most of my range of motion back, and normal everyday activities are no problem. Doc cleared me to start running again 3 weeks ago, and today cleared me to start back with weights. But most importantly, he cleared me to return to hockey in 8 weeks!! Perfect timing, as the next season begins in 9.
All in all, its been interesting, albeit a pretty sucky brand of interesting. Hey, but at least I got a sweet scar out of it.
Here is the pretty dramatic before-and-after comparison:
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
(2010.08.28) Ween @ Stubb's, Austin
OK, its been 5-6 weeks since this show. I've been busy as hell, and really I don't know what more I could write about Ween that I haven't already written. The Boys of Boognish once again plowed through Stubb's, and as always left the place in gloriously euphoric shambles. I know I'm totally phoning this one in, but I have to at least note the setlist, for posterity.
01. HIV Song
02. The Golden Eel
03. Baby Bitch
04. Bananas And Blow
05. Piss Up A Rope
06. Learnin' To Love
07. My Own Bare Hands
08. Take Me Away
09. Transdermal Celebration
10. Gabrielle
11. Stroker Ace
12. Voodoo Lady (Prince's Kiss in the middle)
13. Mutilated Lips
14. Buckingham Green
15. Booze Me Up And Get Me High
16. Touch My Tooter
17. Mr. Richard Smoker
18. I'll Be Your Johnny On The Spot
19. Even If You Don't
20. Freedom Of '76 (w/ Sarah Jones)
21. Let's Dance (David Bowie cover)
22. Your Party
23. Woman And Man
24. The Mollusk
25. Spinal Meningitis
(break)
26. Fiesta
27. Sorry Charlie
28. Ohio (Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young cover)
29. Roses Are Free
Damn good set. I mean DAMN good set. I found the David Bowie cover to be pretty lame, but aside from that the main set was just about as perfect as it could be. I was a little down on the encore though, it didn't really blow me away. "Roses Are Free" is a fantastic song, but I would have preferred a more epic closer, like what they usually deliver.
Great show though. Can't wait until my next Ween encounter.
Again, apologies for the total lack of effort on this one, I just don't have it in me right now.
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