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Aug 2nd, 2004, 12:44 PM
i think i feel an album reviiew coming on :O
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Dillinger Escape Plan are famous for their mathematical approach to kicking your ass. A normal grind band might feel that it's only necessary to kick one in either cheek with much rapidity. Dillinger see this and raise the stakes, by being able to kick one in both cheeks, the anus, the colon, and the teeth all at once. That's a hullvan assault. Although Miss Machine is a little less frantic than Calculating Infinity, you'll still definitely know what band you're listening to. I don't think they'll be able to come up with something where you don't know you're listening to them. This is about as unfriendly as anything with the suffix -core can get, even if you're into the shit. The only band that can give DEP a run for their money in this field of alienation is Ion Dissonance, and that's still a long shot. You won't hear this being played at your local Hot Topic or whatever the hell else the scenesters go to.
The guitars will sizzle your nerves like fat on a grittle, and the vocals make your throat hurt just hearing them. If you're new to having drums break your spine in half like superman on a cheap hooker, you might wanna stay back. This album is the audio equivalent of having a battering ram smashed into your brain, especially on tracks like "Panasonic Youth", "We Are the Storm", and "Setting Fire to Sleeping Giant", the last of which shows off some Patton-esque influence and possibly a cameo by the very same. These are guys who spend their free time browsing the shelves at Radioshack, and they're able to add together some sort of musical equation that results in one fierce ass kicking. If that's not talent, what is? About 2/3 of the way through the album, we get another brief noise experimentation, perhaps to remind us that we're still stuck in the gears of this absolutely homocidal machine known as The Dillinger Escape Plan. Baby's First Coffin takes no time in hurling us back into the incinerator and ripping our bones apart with steel claws of fury, setting us up for the next track, a more melodic song than you'd be used to hearing on one of their albums, but something you'd come to expect from old mister Trent Reznor, or maybe mister Patton again? This band was definitely left in Awe after their work with him on the Irony EP. At the end of this trailing audio river of machinery, we get smashed into a bloody, disgusting pulp by the final track, "The Perfect Design". This is the perfect way to cap off an aural beating: more destruction. A wonderful ending to a wonderful album.
Diehard DEP fans might whine that this one's just not as cold and robotic as Calculating Infinity, or as experimental as Irony, and to that extent they'd be correct. But they'd be missing out on probably their fiercest release to date, and certainly their most precise one. I've never been piledrivered by a record before, and i applaud this band on their success in beating me halfway to death and leaving me lying in the gutter, itching for more. I feel like i'm suffering through withdrawal by just listening to one track from Irony, that's how much better i like it. As much of a bad critic as it may make me to give nothing but rave reviews, this is probably one of the finest records i have ever heard. Easily a ten.
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