New Trivium…and I Think I Like It…Uh Oh!
Over two weeks ago Roadrunner Records released the new music video for the title track to Trivium’s upcoming October 2nd release Silence In The Snow. The only reason I even gave it a listen was just so I can say that it sucked balls. I was a fan of them starting in 2005 when I bought Ascendancy and thought that these kids had a shitload of potential and that as they progressed their shit would get better – and it did for a while! Their next two CDs, The Crusade and Shogun were far more metal sounding and far more mature than Ascendancy and you either supported them for growing up and doing different things or you refused to grow up, understand that no band can do the same thing forever and move on. That’s exactly what happened with Trivium.
Starting with The Crusade I was hearing a lot of bitching from people: “This sucks! Ascendancy is better because it’s more metalcore!”. “Fuck these posers, trying to sound like Metallica all the time!” And by the way, you dumb motherfuckers who made those Metallica complaints…please…just…open your ears and tell me if you really think that Kirk Hammett in his prime could play any of Matt Heafy’s or Corey Bealieu’s leads – and without raping that fucking wah pedal! Tell me that Lars in his prime could handle Travis Smith’s drum patterns. Ok, so maybe Matt sounded a tad like James in the singing department but I’d rather that than just screaming to breakdowns all the time and not developing to become a better vocalist.
Then something happened. They seemingly gave into those immature fuckheads that bitched and moaned about their music because it wasn’t Ascendancy parts 2, 3, 4 and 5, and decided to please these “fans”, or so it seems, by pretty much dumbing down everything they had done before. The result? In Waves, probably the worst regression I’ve ever seen in a band. Ever hear the title track? The opening breakdown broke my heart…so metalcore…I immediately had visions of stupid kids with their hair super glued to the side doing stupid dance moves. I heard a few other tracks to try and give it a chance but I couldn’t get into it at all. Worse? Their next album was produced by none other than David Draiman. So I totally wrote Trivium off.
Then this video was released two weeks ago:
Pretty different…pretty much avant garde…but what the fuck is with Corey circle headbanging blindfolded? Is Matt just randomly bleeding? What’s with the cute Asian not being told how to properly hold a guitar? And while bleeding too? But more than that…doesn’t Matt sound a slight bit like Myles Kennedy here while singing the verses? Oh shit his singing voice is suddenly WAY better. No screaming at all…not even a bit? Ok…so the riffs are still simple as fuck…but damn are they heavy! What’s that? This was inspired by the band’s time touring with Heaven and Hell, you say? This song was originally written during the sessions for Shogun?? Score!!!!!
Then came this other leaked song just this past week:
Uh oh…this sounds really good too. This musically speaking is a really good mix of old-school playing with modern edge guitar tones. Just listen to that slow part – goddamn! And Matt’s voice? Great work harmonizing with himself! Great singing altogether! I don’t know that ditching screaming altogether will work out in the end but we’ll all have to wait until October to find out for sure. But for now, not bad boys, you just might win me back as a fan – just don’t fuck it up again!
New Maiden…And I Like It!!
That shouldn’t be a surprise to any REAL metalhead worth a shit; but truth be told, I’ve been kind of disappointed with Iron Maiden for 12 years. When I was 16 Iron Maiden v4.0 was THE SHIT. Bruce and Adrian were back and they now were a six-piece with THREE guitar players since they chose to keep Janick Gers with them. That’s awfully nice of them but let’s face it – if Janick were gone tomorrow most people would cruelly show just how much happier they’d be just because it was Adrian and Dave again. I’m not one of them though. Why? Because I liked Brave New World. It was a fantastically written, thought out album. The title track alone is incredible as is the lead off single, “The Wickerman” – that track is just badass!
Three years passed and they released their next album, Dance of Death. Dude…what the fuck? I get that bands need to evole to survive and/or feel excited for years to come but this…this was just weak as FUCK and absolutely boring. The epics on it…I used their longest epic for a bathroom break during my days as a college DJ several times but man it was such a dramatic decline because their most memorable shit is the epics. It’s sad when Bruce’s next solo album, Tyranny of Souls, had WAY more balls to it than his own band’s material! Three years later we were given A Matter of Life and Death. I was officially scared and I blame producer Kevin Shirley because he encouraged the band to “loosen up”. I feel like in “loosening up” the band completely changed, they became too rock and roll for my taste. I could NEVER hate Iron Fucking Maiden, but I didn’t know that I’d ever buy their shit again and I haven’t since 2003.
Then I heard this!
Holy shit does this sound old school as FUCK! Am I listening to something from Piece of Mind??? All that’s missing here are the crazy ass guitar harmonies, but you can’t get everything. Right? But at least we know that they’ve still got it! Listen to Bruce hitting those notes! How many people pushing 60 do YOU know that can still sing as amazingly as Bruce Dickinson? I’ll wait.
Another Reminder of Changing Times
I took my girlfriend to Manhattan for her birthday this past weekend because she wanted to go to the Museum of Sex and see Funland, which is a boobie bounce house. I shit you not this does exist. Here’s the proof:
You – yes, you! – can bounce around in plastic titties for an extra $15! I’d still prefer the real thing though! But before we walked all the way there from Port Authority I really needed to eat something so we got Pizza across the street from 2 Brothers, which is doing really good at expanding their stores with $1 Pizza. The problem? One of the guys behind the counter was playing the most annoying Reggaeton you could find. Bad enough that shit is just horrid to begin with. I like a lot of different kinds of music…but…Reggaeton, like Dub Step, is to music what rape is dating, like Kobe Bryant was to the hotel employee in Colorado, just a nonstop fucking assault – but to your ears. And it just…won’t…stop. That same, annoying “beat” is pounding away worse than even house music ever could, and possibly with even more bass!! That shit was stuck in our heads for a while.
After going to the Museum of Sex and discovering that fake titty land was closed, probably for maintenance, we decided to go towards St. Marks Pl. It was during that long ass walk that my girlfriend let me know that Trash And Vaudeville were finally closing shop and relocating after forty years in that block. I was aware that they were being stubborn about ever doing it, being that they were the one piece of the old St. Mark’s that I remember that’s still standing, they weren’t going anywhere. But, like most historic places in Lower Manhattan, the pressure of increased rent was finally seeping in. And as we arrived at the block I can see why. The whole block has pretty much become yet another tourist trap: restaurants, a Barcade, Karaoke, Bongs and even a 7 Eleven. Yeah, that’s not a mistype. I first discovered St. Mark’s Pl. had a 7 Eleven in 2012. St. Mark’s Pl. and the Village as a whole used to have so much more character than THIS. And if you’re in you’re early 30’s like I am or even older you know how awesome the place used to be.
I remember getting a good chunk of my metal shirts from places in the Village that are no longer in business because of rent and because of the faggot ass hipsters that came in. I used to love hanging out on W. 8th St. I met some really amazing people there. Of course most of them were strange as fuck but some of them were fucking awesome. I bought my first leather jacket there, as well as my leather vest, which I still have, and even my first real biker watch at this place called Leather Master, which along with the comic store I used to go to and the places I used to by my clothes at, are all gone thanks to increased rent. The Mars Bar, an infamous punk rock dive bar I discovered through this crazy chick that frequented the place a lot…closed and is now Jupiter 21, a nice 12 story condo. Although I feel the beginning of the end came around the tail end of 2006 when Hilly Kristal, after years of dodging eviction, finally caved in and shut down CBGB. Even being landmarked by Mayor Bloomberg of all people couldn’t save the place, so what does that tell you??
I never bought anything from Trash and Vaudeville, I always found their clothes too extreme for my tastes. But I understand and respect the history it provides. It may be relocating to a cheaper and safer building (from what Bobby, a store employee told me), and that’s great. But in the end it just puts the final nail in the coffin of a place that began loosing it’s character a decade ago. Sure, Sounds is still there. But that place seems to me like just another generic music store, although it does have more Henry Rollins CDs than I’ve ever seen anywhere else. Around the time the Mars Bar went out of business someone spray painted on a wall “THE EAST VILLAGE IS DEAD”. Well, that person is absolutely right and it kills me to see what it’s become. My only hope now is that Bleeker St and the streets surrounding it remain the way they are for years to come. It’d be a shame to lose The Bitter End! I played there once in 2012, what an honor that was. Café Wha? is another place like that. It’s a landmark much like CGGB was but we saw how much that mattered, right? It’d also be huge blow to lose Generation Records, a record store I find to be the equivalent of Vintage Vinyl in New Jersey. It’s bad enough Bleeker Bob’s finally went under two years ago. I was there the day before they closed, the owner told me he was hoping to relocate but I still haven’t heard of that happening and I sadly am not holding my breath either.