Spylacopa is that rare supergroup that lives up to its members’ pedigrees. Masterminded by Candiria guitarist John LaMacchia, Spylacopa grew to include Dillinger Escape Plan singer Greg Puciato, and later,
Spylacopa
Spylacopa
Rising Pulse
Spylacopa is that rare supergroup that lives up to its members’ pedigrees. Masterminded by Candiria guitarist John LaMacchia, Spylacopa grew to include Dillinger Escape Plan singer Greg Puciato, and later,
Spylacopa
Spylacopa
Rising Pulse

The early buzz about Hackneyed’s debut album has centered around the band members’ ages—some of these guys won’t drink legally for a half-decade or more—but death metal fans will find plenty of promising material on Death Prevails. The German band’s use of dynamics and tempo changes gives them an advantage over many of their more experienced peers, who insist on playing fast and brutal at every moment. Hackneyed’s musicianship is adequate, but it’s their songwriting that impresses, as the band forges an identity for each individual track. “Symphony of Death” sways with an almost Egyptian vibe, and the goofy, cannibalistic lyrics on “Ravenous” are instantly memorable. The only stumble lies in the execution of the synthesizers, which sit awkwardly in the mix and sound tacked on. Beyond that minor quibble, it’s true that Hackneyed haven’t really tried anything new—yet. But Death Prevails hints at good things to come.
Hackneyed
Death Prevails
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Kevone Bulldoze during a surprise set. The band played the songs
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Hate Eternal aren’t reinventing death metal. They’re just playing it exceptionally well. Fury and Flames is so dense, fast and outrageously heavy that it could easily have sounded like a noisy mess, were it not for its excellent production, courtesy of band growler/guitarist Erik Rutan. Crisp but not overly polished, the recording keeps each instrument distinct in the mix. Even the bass, often all but inaudible on death metal albums, hums clearly, which is fortunate because bassist Alex Webster can groove; he’s not merely adding thickness to the sound. The other half of the rhythm section, newcomer Jade Simonetto, gives a jaw-dropping performance, rattling off blast beats and fills with machinelike speed and precision. Rutan and guitarist Shaune Kelley punctuate their furious riffing with haunting leads, and the musicianship on Fury and Flames impresses constantly. The album’s only drawback is its uniform sound. With the exception of the outro “Coronach,” there’s no sense of dynamics here; the songs are balls out heavy the whole time and they’re largely indistinguishable, so you’ll either enjoy all of them or none at all. Death metal fans will love every one.


The concert’s logistics gave the evening a distinguished air. The revered
This was a happening and judging by their set list, Mastodon was well aware. They opened with “Hearts Alive,” the longest song the band has ever recorded, a swirling, 13-minute opus that would play as well at Bonnaroo as at Wacken. By the time the song was finished, it felt like they’d performed an entire concert—the stoner metal jams, the thrash riffs, the epic guitar solo were all there. The decision to ease into the performance rather than going straight for the jugular felt like a nod to the headlining act, whose recent output demands patience, building and building until it explodes. Mastodon then launched into “The Wolf Is Loose,” a lean, nasty, hardcore song that quickly jarred the crowd out of the stupor left by the previous tune. The band’s 75-minute set delved deep into their latest album,
As Neurosis hit the opening notes of “Given To The Rising,” Dave Edwardson’s bass shook the room, and his monstrous low end continued throbbing for the next hour and a half. The rhythm section, comprised of Edwardson and drummer Jason Roeder, held together the music, which teetered on the edge of disorder all night without ever collapsing. Neurosis’s greatest strength may be their ability to maintain a discernible beat in the midst of some of the densest, heaviest music imaginable.
Guitarists Scott Kelly and Steve Von Till played lumbering, dirgeful riffs, mostly from the latest record, while Noah Landis added layers of texture with samples and keys. Their use of dynamics ensured that the listener never became immune to the band’s crushing heaviness; the muted, melodic bleeps which began “To The Wind” sounded more like indie rock than heavy metal, but that song became one of the creepiest and most brutal of the night.
Neurosis did utilize visuals (courtesy of sixth member Josh Graham) in the form of a screen that played repeating, black and white video clips; the disjointed imagery included shadowy figures, crashing waves, distraught human faces. The band parallels Tool both in its artistry and challenging music, and its penchant for abstract, creepy videos. Never superceding the music, this visual art complemented the songs all the way through closer “The Doorway,” off 1999’s Times of Grace. During “The Doorway,” the band made a calculated descent into the chaos it had been toying with all night, and the slow, sinister music reached its natural conclusion: a droning, impenetrable wall of pure noise, lasting close to five minutes. Once the audience was locked in a trance, the show ended on a final, brief note, and the band walked offstage without uttering a word. In fact, neither band addressed the audience at any point. They didn’t need to.

“Touch me… I tremble. Hold me… I sigh. Kiss me… I melt. Ask me… Why?” Good question. Why would anyone listen to this crap? Memphis May Fire’s self-titled EP isn’t quite that cornball all the way through, but singer Chase Robbins’ lyrics and delivery quickly kill any momentum his band builds with its Southern influenced metalcore. The singer relies on the overused sing/scream dichotomy, and his generic shrieks feel positively forced next to his sickeningly sweet emo warbling. The rest of the band serves up their metalcore admirably enough, with a few strong rock riffs and a bit of twang, but by failing to add anything novel, they come off sounding like a poor man’s Every Time I Die, lacking that band’s charm and humor. It’s difficult to imagine Memphis May Fire’s appeal extending beyond adolescent scene girls, and guys who share the band’s fashion penchant for foppish bangs.
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For nearly 10 years, the Dillinger Escape Plan have been darlings of the metal and hardcore scenes due to their unorthodox combination of spastic tempo changes, dizzying time signatures, and highly technical riffs. In 2002, Irony Is A Dead Scene added a touch of melody to the band’s established formula of shrieked vocals, and 2004’s Miss Machine saw the band toying with more traditional song structures (a repeating chorus, for instance) on tracks like “Unretrofied.” Their latest release, the spectacular Ire Works, takes a bigger leap forward, but it’s also a natural progression in that the band continues to introduce elements of pop music into their brand of extreme metal.
Album openers “Fix Your Face” and “Lurch” are fairly straightforward, meaning they’re entirely dissonant and abrasive, chock full of guitarist Benjamin Weinman’s trademark choppy riffs. But when singer Greg Puciato launches into a falsetto on “Black Bubblegum,” followed by a chorus that’s straight power pop, it becomes clear these guys aren’t interested in repeating themselves. On “Milk Lizard,” trumpet crescendos blare over a dirty, simple guitar riff, creating an infectious (Dare I say danceable?) tune that grooves in a way the band’s earlier work always resisted.
Ire Works makes use of a greater range of instrumentation, from violin and viola, to piano and programming. “Dead as History” feature electronic blips and whirs that give way to somber keys and finally a huge, sweeping chorus. A pair of brief instrumentals round out the album; anything but throwaways, these tracks succeed in creating a nervous, creepy vibe.
None of which is to say the Dillinger Escape Plan have lost their edge. These songs are still packed with jazzy breakdowns and thunderous, manic drumming. And Puciato certainly hasn’t forgotten how to scream his ass off. Rather, the inclusion of pop and electronic elements ensures that when the band does crank the volume up to 11, the effect is that much more intense. This record will only reinforce the band’s esteem in the metal community, and fans of progressive music at large would do well to check out Ire Works.
Dillinger Escape Plan
Ire Works
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