SIKTH.
Sikth are proper. As they power through their hyperkinetic
bonkers math metal it's hard to make out any of the
melodies that make them reasonably accessible on record,
but the six-piece's sheer determined heaviness is so
appealing that you barely notice. With two convincingly gnarly
singers bouncing their "Evil Mutley" vocal stylings
off one another and stomping and growling all over the stage
with gusto, the focal point is sorted - handy because the
rest of the band make no attempt at pretending to be anything
other than the Iron Maiden-shirted metal nerds they clearly
are. But this means they're able to concentrate on
the more important business of making their guitars go "bliddleniddleniddlebliddlenid
dlebliddleniddleescreeeeeeeee" and
making the drums go "THUDDadudda THUDDaduddaTHUDDaduddaDUDDADUDDA".
And Christ knows which are the old songs and which are the
new ones, but
to be honest no-one really seems to be paying that much attention
to what they're actually playing - all those tattooed,
black-haired young whippersnappers in the front are merrily
kicking the shit out of each other instead.
PITCHSHIFTER
Pitchshifter have always been a funny band to try and explain.
On paper their hybrid of drum n bass, metal, punk and industrial
should have made them the most perfectly devastating outfit
on the planet, but somehow it almost always seemed to fall
short. Up until the end of their career they were criticised
for not having the tunes, and then suddenly when Deviant appeared
crammed full of tunes, everyone realised that tunes don't
actually suit them so well. J S Clayden's disgusted sneer
sounds best over a wall of white noise, a la "Genius",
rather than tied on to some clunky nu-metal riffs.
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