Reuben

I was initially a bit dubious about this lot. They originally hailed from near where I grew up, and it simply didn't seem possible that anything good could come from Aldershot.

So I was a bit of a late starter, which is my loss really. Whilst their contemporaries (Hundred Reasons et al) got whisked up by major labels and put out big records to critical acclaim, Reuben carried on slogging away at the toilet circuit, putting out singles on indie labels, and writing bloody good songs.

By the time they'd brought out their third (and for now final) full length, I was discovering that I'd missed out on a good few years of fantastic music. No needless complication, no showboating musicianship, no trendy haircuts... just great songs, written and played with real passion, by three guys that love music.

Website: http://www.wordsfromreuben.com/splash/uni/

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/wordsfromreuben

Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reuben_(band)

Helms Alee

The "noise" tag seems a slightly unfair one to apply to this lot. Whilst the guttural hollering and big scuzzy riffs of frontman Ben Verellen's former outfit Harkonen are clearly in evidence, it really only tells half the story.

Because amidst the chaos there's something else altogether. Shimmering guitars, equal parts delicate and sinister, add an unexpected dimension to proceedings; as too do the occasional female vocals and meandering, almost psychedelic song structures. But instead of taking it in turns, as is so often the norm, all these different elements intertwine and meld together, and awesome noise happen.

Maybe that's the tag they deserve. Awesome noise.

Website: nope.

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/helmsaleemusic

Wikipedia: nope.

Curl Up And Die

These guys are/were from Las Vegas, and the fear and loathing kind of shows through.

The first thing that strikes you about their music (and by strike, I do mean like with a blunt heavy object) is the sheer unrelenting savagery of it. And in the early days, this was arguably the only real move they had; they were just another math/metalcore band, with a sound somewhere between Botch and Converge.

Wind forward a few years, and at first it seems like little has changed; the face-peeling brutality is still very much in evidence.

But there's an added dimension to the music. Slow bits, the occasional melody. And reading the lyrics (because there's no way you can understand the vocals) reveals the misanthropy, despair, depression and isolation at the heart of everything they do. And you realise that its been there all along, hidden behind a façade of guttural screams, chainsaw riffs, and funny song titles that make you think it's all just a bit of fun.

Or maybe it is all a bit of fun, and they really are just a hardcore band from Nevada. Here's a rough-as-fuck video of one of their last performances.

Come on. We're waving the white flag.

Come on. We're calling in sick.

I don't want to be a part of anything.

That ever feels like this.

Website: http://www.revelationrecords.com/bands/show/87

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/curlupanddie

Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curl_Up_and_Die

Million Dead

The alternative music press was making lots of good noises about these guys a few years ago; but every time I heard something by them I was left feeling distinctly underwhelmed. Then they split up, almost certainly as a reaction to my continuing apathy.

Thanks then to James (a fellow wage-slave from The Big Gay Department Store), who encouraged me to give them another go by copying both their albums for me in exchange for a copy of the majority of the Fugazi back catalogue. I like tape-swapping, even if it is done using those shiny round disc-like tapes.

Turns out that the songs I'd heard were just a bit lame, and the rest of the time they sound more like this.

Frontman Frank Turner is now a well established and relatively successful solo folk-punk troubadour; drummer Ben Dawson plays in the mighty Palehorse (as he did whilst in Million Dead, in fact). Actually, he plays drums for a lot of bands. The other two are doing other stuff, presumably.

Website: http://www.milliondead.org/

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/amilliondead

Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Million_dead

Crippled Black Phoenix

What a miserable bunch of bastards. Crippled Black Phoenix are cobbled together out of bits of Electric Wizard, Mogwai, and some other bunch of people. Which doesn't really give you an idea of what to expect, but when you hear their prog-doom-folk "endtime ballads" it does all make some kind of sense.

They released their second record at some point earlier this year, which I haven't listened to yet; so I'm looking forward to hearing it all live when the UK tour kicks off at The Croft next week.

Website: http://www.crippledblackphoenix.com/

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/crippledblackphoenix

Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crippled_Black_Phoenix

Faith No More

Man, I used to dig these guys back in the day ("the day" being around the early nineties). Then I kind of forgot about them for a bit, and so they broke up. But I sneakily started listening to them again, and so now a good few years later they seem to have reformed. Huzzah!

One of the things that makes Faith No More so terribly splendid is the diversity in their music, and the ease with which they drift from one style of music to another; all the while still sounding like the same band, making it sound bloody great and not like it's just some humorous diversion.

A lot of it has to be to do with Mike Patton's vocal. The man has a distinctive and frankly incredible voice; even if it isn't immediately apparent on early efforts, such as here on Epic.

They did a confusing, but cool, cover of Easy not long after...

...and then just started doing whatever the fuck they wanted. Good for them.

In all honesty, I'm not sure how I feel about this "re-union". I'm sure I read somewhere that Mr Patton wasn't interested unless they were going to push forwards and do something different... as it is they seem to have mostly been doing the festival circuit, playing a "greatest hits" kind of set.

Fuck it. What's it got to do with me anyway? All the old records are still cool (apart from Angel Dust, that's a bit ropey), and I'm sure that if they do put out anything new it'll be wicked.

Website: http://www.fnm.com/

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/faithnomore

Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faith_no_more

3 stages of pain

These northern noisemongers weren't around for too long. They formed in 2001, and by 2005 they had gone out in a blaze of apathy.

The two records they made in that time were bloody brilliant if you like that sort of thing; which presumably most people didn't. But if you like savage hardcore sprinkled with a bit of melody, the occasional prog-ish tendency and some almighty grooves, then click below for choice cuts from each of their releases; debut effort With Chaos In Her Wake...

Conflict Of Self Interest

Southern Bullet

Forget The Lies, This Is How We Operate

18 Wheeler

...and follow up Black Heart Blues.

Dirty White Shoes

Black Heart Blues

Jesus Gonna Make My Dyin' Bed

Am An Yeller

Website: http://www.undergroove.co.uk/bands/3sp.aspx

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/3stagesofpain

Wikipedia: ain't none

This Will Destroy You

Ah, post rock. That wonderful middle ground where the indie kids and the metal kids all just get along.

The indie kids like the quiet, whimsical bits with twinkling melodies where you get to sway about and look at your shoes; the metal kids like the noisy, apocalyptic bits where the entire world is destroyed by guitar feedback.

The greatest failing of most post rock outfits is the predictability of it all; the tried and tested formula of quiet-loud-quiet-very loud-quiet-earth shatteringly loud (with an optional extra quiet and/or loud at either or both ends) is all too common.

And to be fair, This Will Destroy You don't do anything especially groundbreaking.

But what they do, they do really fucking well. Behold.

It's like post rock plus 10. The quiet bits are quieter, the loud bits are louder, it's all more melancholy and more euphoric and more humbling all at once...

And as with all bands of this ilk, This Will Destroy You are about a million times better when you see them live. So if you get the chance, go see them. Or I will destroy you.

Website: http://www.magicbulletrecords.com/bands/thiswilldestroyyou.html

Myspace: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_Will_Destroy_You

Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_Will_Destroy_You

Dälek

The legendary Chuck D once asked, "What's rap got to do with what you got?"

Good question. How did rap ever come to be such a terrible parody of itself? When did it stop being about fighting the power and smashing the system and all that, and start being all about bling and bitches and suchlike?

In truth it seems most likely that rap is simply misrepresented by the tawdry pap that infests the music channels and, therefore, the charts. There's still stuff out there for folk that aren't into drive-bys, and misogyny, and drive-by misogyny.

Dälek clearly value their integrity over mere wealth and fame; otherwise they wouldn't produce such a gloriously unfashionable dirge. Dirty, heavy beats punctuating dense walls of industrial droning noise. It's awesome.

Website: http://www.deadverse.com/

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/dalek

Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dälek

Thom Yorke

To be honest, if you're the sort of person that doesn't think Radiohead have done anything worthwhile since The Bends, then there's probably not much for you here.

But you know what? Pablo Honey was mostly a bit crap, and for me Radiohead only got really good when they stopped moping about and got weird.

Of course, this isn't Radiohead - it's wibbly-eyed frontman Thom Yorke's solo project from a few years back - but the comparisons are justified, I think.







Website: http://www.theeraser.net/Stage2UK/
Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/thomyorkemusic
Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thom_Yorke

Every Time I Die

When I first heard these guys (once more courtesy of a rocksound cover CD), they were kind of a frantic hardcore band, in the vein of Botch or early Dillinger Escape Plan. Behold! The Logic of Crocodiles, from first album "Last Night in Town".



The sound evolved a little more for their second effort, "Hot Damn!", getting harder and more groovy, and sounding slightly less like a rock band falling down twelve flights of stairs. Here's timeless classic and live favourite Floater.



Since then they've become even groovier, and dare I say it... fun. And why the fuck not? The hardcore now has a thick and throbbing southern rock vein running through it. Nice.



Their fifth full length "New Junk Aesthetic" has been out for a few weeks now. Go and buy it.

Then buy everything else they've ever done.

And see them live.

'Cos they're awesome.

Website: doesn't work
Myspace: www.myspace.com/everytimeidie
Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Every_Time_I_Die

Part Chimp

Well, technically they're last week's best band in the world ever. But they're too good to pass over, so they get an extended stay of a few days or so.


I first heard of these guys back in early 2003, when the song Hitlers and Jews, from their debut album "Chart Pimp", was featured on a Rocksound magazine cover CD. At this point I was still well into the face-peeling metal stuff that I should have grown out of long before, and didn't quite know what to make of it. It was all a bit jangly, there was no throat-shredding vocals... I was pretty sure that I didn't like it, yet I couldn't stop listening to it. It was shambolic, and raw, and it sounded impossibly loud regardless of how quietly I played it.

These were all good things.

But inevitably, with time I forgot all about them. That is, until a few weeks ago, when they played The Croft as part of the tour supporting their recently released third album, "Thriller".

And damn, they were good. Here's footage of them playing a completely different gig in a completely different place at a completely different time.



You get the idea though, right? Still shambolic, still raw, still impossibly loud. This particular song (Dark Horse, I think) neatly displays the Chimp indulging in their more scuzzy, doomy side; like Electric Wizard took a gap year and all got jobs in garage rock bands. Ones that don't suck.

It's not all slow trudging riffs o' death, mind. Check this out.



It all sounds as though it could fall apart at any moment... but the noise, the sheer volume is so dense that it all somehow holds together.

Gloriously chaotic.

Website: http://www.partchimp.com/
Myspace:http://www.myspace.com/partchimp
Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Part_Chimp