Late Bloomer – s/t

Twenty or so years ago, if you turned your radio dial to the left and kept going until you reached the hidden frequencies of college radio, chances are you would be greeted by the uncompromising sounds of apathetic, guitar-driven alt-rock. This was a time when ‘alt-rock’ and ‘indie’ actually eluded to a certain left-leaning political outlook and D.I.Y musical aesthetics rather than lazy genre tags thrown at any old band who profess a fondness for wearing skinny jeans and twanging away at their guitars. But three-piece Late Bloomer are alt-rock in its truest form; unapologetically raw and endearingly sloppy, with rough-around-the-edges production that could easily have been helmed by Jack Endino and recorded in a garage-cum-studio in a backwater town of Washington State circa 1988, cobbled together on a shoestring budget with only a couple of cheap six packs to see them through the session.

Their ten track self-titled release carries so many hallmarks of late 80’s/early 90’s golden era of the US underground rock scene you can almost smell the stale sweat on stained plaid shirts. If J. Mascis had initially shunned his pedal board and was too lethargic to play extended solos, than Dinosaur Jr. would probably have sounded rather similar to Late Bloomer. There’s the driving bass, for the most part sticking to solid no-frills root-note thumping that’s coupled with the rather unyielding drumming which hold the songs together when at times it there is a real sense that they may just unravel. The album harks back to a time when the guitar was God, the weapon of choice for the disaffected youth of the so-called ‘Generation X’. Guitars veer across a wide range of approaches; crunching chords are penetrated by melodic lead lines or abruptly drained of any distortion to be softly strummed. Opener ‘Reality’ is a punchy little track that is in keeping with the loud/quiet dynamic perpetrated in abundance by the underground grunge troupes ever since The Pixies stumbled upon its game-changing effectiveness. Vocals take on a wistful air in tracks such as ‘Wherever’ and even at times bear a passing resemblance to Blue Oyster Cult on yet throughout the record the trio’s harmonies are defiantly out of tune but it is refreshing in the contemporary pop climate of ubiquitous auto-tune to hear a such a naturalistic vocal approach untouched in post-production. ‘Tooth Decay’ could well be the fruit of a Pavement and Weezer collaboration, the falsetto “ooh-ooh” backing vocals channelling ‘Buddy Holly’ whilst the guitars maintain a defiantly slacker approach that remains on tape despite the odd bum-note. ‘White Lines’ explodes with the speed of Husker Du’s breakneck melodic hardcore, with the band sounding as though they’re fuelled by the very same illegal powdered substance they elude to throughout track. Although its defiantly lo-fi approach gives it a certain charm, Late Bloomer lacks any real memorable moments that will sustain any craving for repeated listens. Nevertheless, it serves as a fitting reminder as to how great the US underground scene was before it became absorbed by the mainstream and codified to such an extent that is became devoid of any remaining cultural impact.

3 out of 5 high fives!

J-Pop Sunday – BABYMETAL

A few weeks back we took a look at our first “Idol Group” act Morning Musume. Now, let’s face it; idol groups like Morning Musume are not everyone’s cup of tea. For example, you may have been reading through the Morning Musume piece thinking “Well…Their stuff is all right, but what it’s really missing is some SPEED METAL, YEAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!” and then you might have done that rock and roll hand salute thing followed by a wave of your tongue in a vain attempt to channel the spirit of Gene Simmons. If that was an accurate description of yourself then I’m about to make you a very happy bunny. Meet BABYMETAL: An idol group off shoot, with a twist!

Rock on, lil’ Japanese girls!

Quick Guide
Act Name: BABYMETAL
Line-up:
Suzuka Nakamoto (中元すず香) A.K.A “SU-METAL” – Lead vocals
Moa Kikuchi (菊地最愛) A.K.A “MOAMETAL” – Additional vocals
Yui Mizuno (水野由結) A.K.A “YUIMETAL” – Additional vocals
Years Active: 2010 – Present
Genre: A strange mix of Idol Pop and Metal. I call it “Kawaii Metal”.
Notable Tracks: “Doki Doki* Morning” (ウ・キ・ウ・キ★ミッドナイト) (2010), “Headbanger!!” (ヘドバンギャー!!) (2012), “Ijime, Dame, Zettai” (イジメ、ダメ、ゼッタイ/”No More Bullying”) (2013)
*Doki doki is the Japanese onomatopoeia for the sound of a heartbeat.

BABYMETAL is a spin off from Sakura Gakuin (さくら学院/Cheery Blossom Academy), a by the numbers idol pop act featuring a gaggle of sickly sweet, all-singing, all-dancing Japanese teenage girls. All three members of BABYMETAL are current or former members of Sakura Gakuin; One day in 2010 someone at the group’s record label “Toy’s Factory” saw a gap in the market for an idol group that was a little bit different. As such, Suzuka, Moa and Yui were plucked from the main group, given a makeover and rebranded as SU-METAL, MOAMETAL and YUMETAL of BABYMETAL.

Before BABYMETAL: Suzuka (top left), Yui (Bottom row, second from right) and Moa (Bottom right) along with other members of the group “Sakura Gakuin”

As you can probably tell, I’m a little cynical of the way record companies work and it’s all too easy to spout off remarks such as “Bah! They’re not a real band! They’re just a bunch of pretty faces scouted by a talent agency!” However, as true as they might be, the proof of the pudding is in the eating and this bizarre fusion of music styles might make a delectable dish. With that in mind, let’s have a taste of their first single; 2010’s “Doki Doki Morning”.


With its cheerful dance routines, the video for “Doki Doki Morning” doesn’t stray far from the group’s Idol roots.

Well, it’s a song that will stick in your head, that’s for sure. Let’s move on. “Headbanger!!” from 2012 has a noticeable change in tone, less cheery idol shenanigans, more…Well, head banging! A good move in my opinion: Distancing themselves from the traditional idol routine helps them stand out from the currently crowded idol market.


There’s probably some subtext in the video for “Headbanger!!” that’s gone right over my head.

The latest release from BABYMETAL, “Ijime, Dame, Zettai” continues the march away from Idol-hood and towards the realm of heavy metal tropes. I mean, look at the video: Flaming guitar tombstones, a dude in a leather jacket who looks like Rubeus Hagrid and Dave Grohl’s secret love child, hooded robes, a forbidding landscape and even folks running around with flags! It’s got everything! The girls even pretend to play the guitar at one point!

It’s so metal it hurts! Naysayers can get lost! They might not be a “Real” band. They might not be “True” metal, but they’re a damn fine substitution and ideal for a bit of silliness!

The Smoking Hearts – Victory!

The last time I saw The Smoking Hearts, I was in a youth centre in the middle of Lincoln, and there was a guy in a Kerouac shirt moshing hard at the front in the ‘danger zone’ while completely off his face. Kerouac dude didn’t care that he was faceplanting the stage on a regular basis. He didn’t mind that after the first couple of songs, everyone was keeping a wider berth than usual. He was challenging the room, daring them to join him in the ‘danger zone’. In a lot of ways, Victory! is that drunk guy in a Kerouac shirt. It certainly has the same energy and determination to party on down. Tracks like ‘Benedict’ are embedded with pop melodies alongside screaming hardcore riffs, and the misleadingly titled ‘Seatbelts’ has a completely rock and roll swagger, nodding back to the glory days of hair metal with a carefully constructed guitar solo that feels anything but. From the beginning, it feels like the best party of your life, without the terrible morning after.

However, it would be crass to say that’s all there is to Victory!. It is ridiculously fun, but it’s also very clever. Many bands try to craft an album that feels like a party but reads like the smartest, most affirming piece of postmodern art you’ve ever encountered. Whether that’s what The Smoking Hearts intended or not, they’ve managed it. ‘Crimes Of Passion’, the hardcore alternative to a love song, follows obsession, sex and encounters in a way that’s refreshing and relevant. ‘The Natural Disasters’, which sounds like it belongs on a Sons Of Anarchy chase scene, is a tale of rising up out of desperation and desolation. ‘Stomper’ does exactly what it says on the tin – it drops the tempo a bit and becomes a deliberate force to be reckoned with. And just when you think it’s getting a bit too serious, a great solo drops or some excellent gang vocals come back into play and it’s a party once again.

There are very few moments in Victory! that can be classed as playing it safe. From the bombastic, vitriolic tirade of ‘Off With Your Head’ to the final thrilling moments of ‘Destroy!’, The Smoking Hearts have created something vital, and Victory! confirms, in an unrelenting manner, what I already knew – that the future of British punk is safe in the hands of The Smoking Hearts.

5 out of 5 high fives!

Dead Swans [farewell show] – Relentless Garage, London, 30/3/13

Despite not registering as a ‘cool’ band amongst some of the hardcore scene’s more picky and trendy crew for a few years now, it’s a fitting testimony to the band’s impact on UK hardcore that Dead Swans play out their last performance in front of a sold out crowd in probably the largest venue the band has ever headlined. A refreshingly varied bill of eight bands gives the show a festival atmosphere as the cream of the UK underground bids farewell to one of the most passionate, uncompromising and intense acts on the hardcore circuit.

Unfortunately I missed Strange Places and Departures but the latter of the two deserves upmost recognition for undertaking a monstrous seven hour journey to play for a mere fifteen minutes. Dedication indeed.

Honour Among Thieves, previously defunct, have picked up their instruments once again at Dead Swans’ behest. Well aware that a great swathe of the heads in the room are unfamiliar with any aspect of the band, the vocalist takes a confrontational approach in the hope of provoking some kind of response. Placing himself in the midst of the crowd, the response is gradual, but by the end of a set of rather straight-forward speedy hardcore, said vocalist is being jumped on by an eager gaggle who seem to know some of the words. A success for a band who clearly imagined they were going to play to a sea of blank faces and static figures.

Holding up the banner for carefree party jams is Gnarwolves who are going from strength to strength as of late. Stage divers, taking advantage of the lack of barrier and overbearing security, immediately set themselves upon the overwhelmingly young audience who press themselves against the stage. The kids in the know regurgitate every single word to breakneck melodic punk tunes such as ‘History Is Bunk’ as well as the softer and potentially lip quivering ‘Community, Stability,Identity’. Although they still maintain their ragged charm, the Brighton trio are a much more solid live entity thanks to their unrelenting touring schedule. The group surely won over some of the crusties at the back of the room, if not for their engaging performance, than for their much applauded quips at Don Brocco (who are cunts apparently, who knew!?). Gnarwolves debut album is awaited with eager ears.

Spitting in the face of any essence of monotony are Landscapes, who have done away with hardcore’s limitations and much notion of any distinct ‘fast’ or ‘mosh’ parts to actually create fucking great songs that are heavily impassioned and have obviously been painstakingly arranged. Sticking entirely to their much lauded debut Life Gone Wrong, the band incites a fervent response as many at the front seem to have taken it upon themselves to burn every word screamed by the emotionally pained vocalist onto their brains. Relying more on poignancy rather than sheer brutality, tracks such as ‘D.R.E.A.M’ are works of masterfully controlled dynamics that have much of the venue enthralled from start to finish.

Breaking Point have failed to impress me in the past, but despite sticking rigidly to a one-dimensional ‘mosh’ sound, tonight they seem a much more engaging live proposition. The hardcore dance enthusiasts finally take their cue to violently hurl their body parts round the pit to the mosh-ready riffs and lyrics of the vehemently straight edge disposition. Frontman Louis is rabid, confrontational and fresh off the road with his new position in Brutality Will Prevail. He repeatedly urges the crowd to “get ignorant”, a command to which they respond with aplomb.

A band with no concept of subtlety, Last Witness are instead more concerned with battering the audience into submission as down-tuned riffs rain down on a now well warmed audience. Coming on stage to the demonic screams of the intro to Slipknot’s Iowa seems perfectly apt way to signal their arrival. Despite hardly being the most intimidating of figures, lead growler Theo commands a brilliantly abrasive and guttural scream which he unleashes unfailingly even as he spends a large portion of the set in mid-air, bouncing non-stop around the stage. The riffs, ingrained with hints of nu-metal, are disgustingly crushing in their unrelenting fury. Oldie ‘Dreamland Welcomes You’ and newie ‘Saccharine’ are blasts of ultra-aggressive metalcore that keeps the pit action frantic whilst closer ‘The Void’ and its groove-laden metalisms end the set on a positively destructive note.

Taking to the stage in a hail of feedback, the scream of “It’s starting” announces the arrival of ‘Thinking Of You’ from Dead Swans‘ only full length, Sleepwalkers, with stage divers launching themselves from the monitors onto the packed front rows. The band only make it halfway through the song before their frontman has hurled himself into the crowd. An inspiring vocalist, Nick throws every morsel of anguish and pain into his vocals and despite becoming increasingly intoxicated throughout the set his acerbic vocal chords never falter. For once, a hardcore show is blessed with a live sound of relative clarity, with Benny’s dazzling drumwork sounding nothing less than monstrous through the forgiving PA and the vocal often distinguishable from the cacophony around it. With most of their songs clocking in at two minutes or less they manage to cover a great swathe of their discography, the cataclysmic ‘Hanging Sun’ from their debut Southern Blue to the breathtakingly aggressive ‘In The Half-light’ from the split with the now massive Architects boys and their well-honed hardcore sound of ‘You Can Only Blame Yourself’ from their most recent release Anxiety And Everything Else. Throughout the almost hour long performance every band member experiences the joys and perils of stage-diving, with even sticksman Benny finding a break in the set to jump on some heads. Although the pace of the show falters toward the end, an understandable factor considering the amount of energy thrown into every song, the bands performance is pure passion from start to finish and an inspiring spectacle. Finishing with an encore of ‘Preferring The Worst’, the first song ever penned by the group, rounds off the night in logical fashion. An awe-inspiring performance by a group who obviously still court huge adulation in the UK underground. Dead Swans and much of the crowd are by the end of the set saturated in sweat, mentally drained and physically battered- all the hallmarks of a perfectly executed hardcore show and the best send-off Dead Swans could have asked for. They will be sorely missed.

5 out of 5 high fives!

Emmure – O2 Academy 2, Birmingham, 8/4/13

The Mosh Lives tour wound its way on down to Birmingham once more and a rather large bunch of noisy hardcore bands decided to make a mess in the second city. Nice. Kitteh and I took our earplugs and our tank tops/KISS leotards to our home away from home, the O2 Academy 2, and spent an evening surrounded by enthusiastic teenagers enjoying some beefy breakdowns.
Buried In Verona (2.5/5) started us off. Aussie metalcore with synths meant sexy accents but generic tunes for the most part the other night. While they were full of enthusiasm, the set wasn’t bad, but ultimately forgettable. However, with a line up ever in flux and a wildly differing back catalogue to choose from, it stands to reason that given time and a longer slot, Buried In Verona could have a lot more to offer. Canada’s Obey The Brave (4/5) didn’t skimp on the facial hair or the quality with a set to smash your face in for. Although in their current form, Obey The Brave are relative newcomers, they’re all really deathcore veterans, and Alexandre Erian and co led the Academy crowd to a sweaty and satisfied state with a series of brutal and relentless mosh-heavy anthems. Obey The Brave make no compromises and the end result is a heart pounding experience.

At first, I thought that Attila (3.5/5) were going to suck. The first two songs seemed to be more style over substance as the band paraded around the stage in perfectly chosen outfits and played formulaic songs with highly predictable basslines. But then, something magic happened. Vocalist Chris Fronzak started displaying some ridiculous range and everything began coming to life. The tone and depth of his screams in a live situation is enviable. Deeply enviable. Everything became tons of fun after that, with particular highlights in ‘Party With The Devil’. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for Chelsea Grin (2/5). While technically, everything was fine – the band were tight, competent and everything else you’d expect in the more techy end of the genre – their set was just dull. There was no change in tempo or tone throughout, and while they maintained a good rapport with the crowd, no amount of synths or snappy dress sense could save it. The second to last track displayed some promise, but went on for too long and the set as a whole just fell flat.

Ah, but nobody was really there to see any of them anyway. Emmure (4.5/5), the Queens deathcore titans, were at their finest. Frankie Palmeri is equally charming and vicious – one moment, he’s thanking the fans and reminding them to keep safe and in the next, he’s launching into a violent tirade with ‘Solar Flare Homicide’. The band as a whole fit the hardcore dynamic to a tee but with an enthusiasm and power that’s slowly dying out in the genre; at first, they’re imposing, but ultimately ready to mosh as hard as the kids in the pit. As tempting as it is to dive into the pit, it’s also just worth standing back and watching as Emmure do their thing; they’re completely arresting. The set consisted of all the classics, and not as much material from their latest effort, Slave To The Game, as I would have expected; but that left room for all the best stuff from Speaker Of The Dead and Felony anyway. Opening the set with ‘4 Poisons 3 Words’ left Kitteh positively shaking with joy. Believe me when I say, the mosh definitely lives, and definitely will continue to if left in the hands of Emmure.