I Will Tear This World Apart – Self-Titled

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    Released at the tail end of 2013, the self-titled debut album from Norwegian metallers I Will Tear This World Apart is one of those provocations which thrills and invigorates from the first encounter but also infects the imagination with seeds which only draw you rapidly back into the antagonistic arms of the storm offered. Consisting of nine songs which rampage and infest the senses like a sonic scourge of metallic breeding, the release is a magnetic merger of styles and angry passion which is unrelenting in its animosity and towering persuasion. The saying goes that ‘you can’t keep a good man down’, but in the face of I Will Tear This World Apart’s ferocity even the Devil might be staggered to his knees under their intensive fury.

     Formed in 2011 and taking its name from the Grown Into Nothing song Wrestling the Lions, I Will Tear This World Apart consists of vocalist Peter Bains who also fronts impressive metallers Killtek and Grown Into Nothing, alongside guitarist Robert Bains also of Grown Into Nothing, drummer Espen Hektoen from death metallers Chton and death thrashers Cleaver, and bassist Sigurd Ekle. Essences of the members other bands do make a loud whisper at times within the presence of IWTTWA but this band has a voice and aggression all of its own which rivals and challenges the strengths of those parallel projects. With a more hardcore causticity adding to the array of metal flavouring from groove to metalcore, thrash to extreme metal, the band brews a sound which is a voracious provocation able to rile and seduce with equal intensity; IWTTWA’s debut album an introduction all metal fans should treat themselves to.

    Released via Trøndercore Records, the tempestuous release throws its full weight against the ears with opener Demonhead, IWTTWAguitars creating sonic smog to tantalise whilst rhythms punch out their own firm enticement. Soon charging full pelt with antagonism flying from every note unleashed and syllable spewed by the intensive scowls of Peter Bains, the track blisters the senses with venomous toxicity and burns the air with rapacious energy. It is an immense start which without powerfully contagious grooves and hooks still seizes a firm place in the passions and memory before making way for the following Case Closed. A very brief heavy dawning soon uncages an aggressive predation of resonating rhythmic thumping and abrasive riffs which scar and invite the imagination to join their raucous belligerence. As the first it is only the core intent as the guitar spawns its own acidic temptation across the almost crusade like squalling vocals to add further inventive bait to the vigorous conflict exciting the emotions.

     Both the stalking bordering bestial presence of Amongst Enemies and the incendiary incitement of Selfinflicted Slavery continue to whip up the senses and appetite for their riveting and richly assertive declarations, the first equipped with enslaving grooves and a heavy duty riffery around again impressing vocals that chains down and ignites the passions whilst its successor also unveiling a groove potency recruits a full submission whilst flaunting melodic and rhythmic allurement within a tsunami of intensity that easily steals thoughts and instinctive allegiance.

     The heat is turned up even further with the unbridled assault of Killers Deserve to Die, its thrash bred charge a ravaging coaxing into a full bodied soak of militant combativeness and gladiatorial sonic adventure matched by the now expected unyielding vocal passion of Peter Bains. The excellent if too short song again is bred from a unity between the quartet in skill and invention which explodes into mouthwatering aural rages leaving only satisfaction and hunger for more in their wake, a greed soon given more healthy sustenance by the ruggedly forceful and uncompromisingly driven You & I and the more predatory gaited if less dramatic Grounded. Both tracks create another cyclone of inventive and merciless entrapment which invigorate and accelerate the emotions into unrestrained satisfaction, something which equally applies to the whole release.

    The second of the just mentioned tracks does not quite match up to the peaks before and the same applies to the thick and slowly moving Keep ‘Em Down, a smouldering almost overbearing sonic dispute and rhythmic altercation which builds its bulk until expanding into a muscular avalanche of intensity and evocative melodically honed atmospheres. Like its predecessor the thunderous encounter leaves only the fullest impressive suasion but just cannot quite reach the heights set previously. Nevertheless both and especially the latter shows how intensive and extensive the band and their creativity can be and go deeper into ahead.

    The album closes on the hellacious Racist, a track which incinerates and seduces senses and imagination with an intertwining intent wrapped in more fearsomely addictive grooves. It is a corrosive and deviously inventive not forgetting addictive and climactic end to an equally stunning album. Though yet to maybe discover a truly unique sound, I Will Tear This World Apart could well be the next big force to break out of Norway on the evidence of their first assault, though whether the world is ready for such nasty goodness we will have to see.

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9/10

RingMaster 21/01/2014

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Monte Pittman – The Power of Three

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    It has to be admitted that approaching The Power of Three, the new album from Monte Pittman there was more uncertainty and doubting expectations than intrigue nudging thoughts. Not having heard his previous solo albums but well aware of his work as long time guitarist for Madonna, encroaching fears wrongly but still with strong whispering made their suspicions known. The fact that the release was on Metal Blade Records allayed some of the dubiety but as always the proof is in the pudding and what a towering feast of adventure and heavyweight metal the release emerged to be. Unleashing obviously hearty and instinctive metallic tendencies aligned to a creative passion, the album is a storming blaze of multi-flavoured sinew driven rock, a magnificent triumph which employs the artist’s musical exploits in numerous styles into one enthused and rigorous explosive treat.

     Hailing from Longview, Texas Pittman’s career can be said to have started its upward ascent once he left a local music store was working in after moving to Los Angeles to begin teaching guitar, though the band Myra Mains he was part of before leaving had already seen some success with their shows and two albums. His third student was British filmmaker Guy Ritchie who wanted lessons after receiving a guitar from then girlfriend Madonna. This led to the musician giving lessons to the lady too which was followed by an invitation to join her on stage at the David Letterman Show to promote her album, Music. Since then Pittman has played guitar on all of Madonna’s live tours, the first being the 2001 Drowned World Tour, and her albums as well as sharing writing credits on some of her songs. Adding to that the guitarist has also played with and co-wrote many songs on the Scorpio Rising and Power of the Damager albums from metallers Prong, as well as on their 100% Live release. Additionally working with the likes of Adam Lambert, Melanie C, and Sophie Ellis-Bextor it has to be said that Pittman has had a rather eclectic background leading up to the new album. In that time he also released two solo albums, acoustic solo The Deepest Dark of 2009 and acclaimed rock album Pain, Love & Destiny two years later, a Kickstarter funded release which raised $65,500 making him the top rock musician raising the most money on the crowd-funding platform at that time. Late 2012 saw the appearance of M.P.3: The Power Of Three, Pt. 1, an acoustic EP which marked the first union of a new working relationship with Danish producer Flemming Rasmussen (Master Of Puppets). Last year Pittman with drummer Kane Ritchotte and bassist Max Whipple travelled to Copenhagen to record the new album with Rasmussen producing, a record which now leaves passions lit and imagination ignited.

     As soon as the opening song, A Dark Horse emerges from a strongly coaxing acoustic guitar lure within a crackling ambience, Monte Pittman - The Power of Threeany previous concerns are sent flying. Rampaging riffs and equally rapacious rhythms are soon flying through the ear with adrenaline spewing from every note. Soon settling into a slightly calmer surge the excellent clean vocals of Pittman adds another dimension to the rampant heavy rock offering whilst a grunge air lays over the more restrained elements of the track, an Alice In Chains lilt soaking the melodic rock enterprise which seduces with every twist and sonic turn. Though arguably the track is not setting a ground-breaking endeavour it leaves senses and emotions breathless with a craft and enthralling energy which simply scintillates from start to finish.

     The following Delusions of Grandeur takes intensity and heat up a few notches with a much more predatory and inciting air to its invasive and riveting breath. Bass and drums rap and snarl respectively with a near bestial rabidity but it is tempered by the impressive vocals and sonic seduction going on around their jaws. The band forge a contagious union of the dark and carnivorous tones of the song’s intent with its melodic beauty and creative flaming, the guitar play of Pittman as impressive and mouthwatering as the raptorial enterprise provided by his colleagues.

    The immense start is easily met by firstly the addiction sculpting Everything’s Undone and the following Blood Hungry Thirst. The first of the two is a rock pop gem, a potent anthemic enticement which reaps the best essences of the Foo Fighters and QOTSA into its own fiery wind of invention and majesty. There is still a growl and sturdiness which intimidates and badgers welcomingly within the lighter yet heated master-class though helping to provide rock pop alchemy at its best and setting a new bar for the album which its successor sniffs at and rampages over with a heavier raptorial urgency and weight whilst simultaneously matching the impressive melodic infectiousness and invention of its predecessor.

    Riding a delicious moody bassline, vocals and nagging riffs bring On My Mind to vibrant life, the song another virulently contagious slab of rock ‘n’ roll. In many ways the song and some of the album reminds of nineties UK rock band Skyscraper, both able to lay a web of hooks and melodic allurements which simply grip and linger with pure imagination. The song makes way for Away from Here, a track where returning almost carnal riffs and basslines gnaw away at the senses whilst melodic resourcefulness alongside thrilling toxic grooves and hooks reap even stronger allegiance to their calls.

    After such a towering run maybe it was to be expected that a slight dip would ensue and despite moments of bordering on brutal riffery and corrosive bass snarling Before the Mourning Son with its dominate melodic croon does fail to ignite like the previous songs. It is still a track though which you can only welcome and constantly return to with its exploratory enterprise and stunning craft.  End of the World which follows is the same, a melodically smouldering song which seduces and invites an emotive reflection through its warm embrace and though like the previous one is impressive and wholly persuasive it just had too tall an order to match up to.

After the again AIC sounding and richly satisfying Missing, the album closes with the thirteen minute All Is Fair in Love and War, an extensive and creatively intensive track with seemingly as many styles employed as the number of fingers working in a four man bobsleigh team. The song is an unrelenting landscape of unpredictability and absorbing emprise but a track which arguably offers too much never allowing the senses and imagination to settle in and fully absorb all of its mastery. At times the track is majestic but too often in its debatably over long length the switches and turns of the song do not flow or sit as comfortably alongside each other as you would wish, the guttural stretch of vocals which break lose mid-away an example and definitely a no-no for personal tastes.

      The Power of Three is quite simply an extraordinary storm of imagination and artistic adventure which throws assumptions forcibly back in the face to provide one of the early rock pinnacles of the year.

http://montepittman.com

9/10

Ringmaster 21/01/2014

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Sister – Disguised Vultures

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    It is easy to declare that on Disguised Vultures, the new album from Swedish metallers Sister, there is very little new going on but you can just as comfortably announce that the album is a refreshing and imagination teasing slab of sleaze punk inspired metal which for the main thrills and ignites satisfying urges within feet and emotions. Raw and contagious, seducing like Frankenstein Drag Queens from Planet 13 meets Crashdiet in a glam cast pit of degenerate rioting, band and album create a provocative brawl where wantonness and salacious attitudes are encouraged and sonic bruising recommended.

    The ten track release follows debut album Hated which like its successor was unleashed on Metal Blade Records. Since forming in 2006, Sister’s sound has certainly evolved, if not dramatically, since first EP Deadboys Making Noise in 2009. Even more so their craft and adventure has spread from just horror punk type scenarios to maturer enterprises taking on greater conciseness and potency on the way as evidenced enjoyably by Disguised Vultures. Tours and shows with the likes of Hardcore Superstar, Wednesday 13, Crashdiet, Fozzy, and U.D.O. as well as festival appearances between albums has only strengthened the stature and awareness for the Stockholm based quartet’s sound whilst earning them a reputation as one impressive irrepressible live encounter but you feel that Disguised Vultures just might be the key to turn the lock of greater recognition even if it leaves expectations fed rather than starved predominantly.

    The band go straight for the jugular with opener My Enemy, its first breath a roaring blaze of punk infested scuzz which Coverthough immediately hitting full on between the eyes suddenly steps into what could have been its intro. A sudden chilled ambience littered with samples intercepts the imagination at this point whilst a ravenous heavy bass tone prowls inviting in rampant predatory rhythms which soon add their menace to the emprise. It is an intriguing and inspired start which arguably song and album never replicates again preferring to reinvent and twist existing flames of invention. As bass and rhythms enslave the ears and a sonic wind from the guitar shapes the landscape as the song hits full gear again, vocals and sounds slip into a more regular and predictable encounter. Nevertheless it is a rousing and compelling confrontation which uncages the same antagonistic belligerence and contagion found in Murderdolls and even more so the early and solo work of Wednesday 13.

    The impressive start makes way for the first single from the album Sick. With heavy metal melodic taunting and sinew driven rhythmic barracking leading to one of those anthemic choruses which you fight but always succumb, the song is an easily accessible and pleasing stomp offering nothing to be slack jawed over but providing a full and tasty meal for the appetite to eagerly embrace. Combined with its predecessor the album has already taken a tight grip which is sustained by both the title track and the next up Arise. The first of the two lacks the spark of the first two but romps with a juicy groove coring fiery riffs and melodic enticement whilst more restrained rhythms frame good group vocals and the rasping lead of Jamie. It is a decent enough track to settle down with but soon surpassed by its successor. Loaded with addictive barbed hooks which dig deeply and an infection soaked chorus driven home by again vocalised anthemic temptation, the song is three minutes of insatiable horror punk wrapped in sleaze rock, not ground breaking but quite irresistible.

     Another pinnacle of the album arrives with We Salute ‘Em, a heavy duty rapacious brute of a song which from its intensive weighty entrance steers the senses through a volcanic and quarrelsome tempest of scarring riffs and spiteful rhythms under a melodically cast sonic sky. Adding little twists and sparks of imagination to its absorbing body of sound, the track is another to seize and hold the imagination long past the departure of the album, something not all songs such as Naked and DMN can boast. Before them though Sister sets free Slay Yourself, a punk infused treat with a causticity which is as inciting and magnetic as the sonic storm around it. The next up Naked is a power ballad which though well-crafted just does not spark any hunger for itself unlike other songs. It is strong and skilfully presented though making a break from the rioting but soon has thoughts looking at what is next.

   From the again okay DMN, a predictable yet enthused growling fury, (Stop the) Revolution pulls the album back to its earlier heights. A rhythmic enticement opens up the persuasion and instantly has focus glued to its bait, a trap which never relents right through the whole of the song. A gnarly carnivorous bass predation is equally as seductive, combining with the drums for a dramatic canvas upon which sonic endeavour and melodic flames provide more potent adventure. The best track on the album it is punk metal at its best and the perfect lure into the band.

    The album closes with Please Kill Me, a song which feels like a filler more than anything. Certainly it does not live up to the strengths and exciting toxicity which marks the rest of the release but it cannot deter Disguised Vultures from being a fun album to play with. It is not going to provide you with anything startlingly new but for strong, pleasing, and enduring anthems of horror punk sleaze you could do a lot worse than Sister’s new tease.

Disguised Vultures is available now in North America and on the 24th of January in Europe.

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7.5/10

RingMaster 21/01/2014

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