Are you into the "harder stuff" these days? Do
The Dillinger Escaper Plan, Botch, Isis, or early
Cave In have your parents exchanging puzzled
looks as they pass your bedroom? You might prefer
less metallic stuff, like Anti Flag, The Dropkick
Murphys, Thrice, or Agnostic Front.
After all, you like to think of yourself as a
"punk rocker." Even though you were probably
still sperm when the genre ground to a halt.
If you answered "Yes," then have a seat. Class is
in session. It was quite by accident that I
discovered Napalm Death. I was reaching the end
of a phase where I was trying to find something
that was so outside the norm and so intense that
it would almost physically move me.
Napalm Death still have the
ability to surprise me, after nearly fourteen
years as a fan. The group that gave breach birth
to an entire apocalyptic genre just brought out
their tenth album. Two decades ago this was a punk trio that
sounded much more like Flux of Pink Indians or
Rudimentary Peni than today. It actually wasn't
until one Mick Harris joined on drums that they
became synonymous with chaos, noise, and fury.
Aggressive music was developing by leaps and
bounds, emphasized by Slayer. Reign In
Blood (1986) was the most belligerent
album collection released by that time, and
brought metal tinged with punk elements to the
forefront of rock. Possessed, Dark Angel, D.R.I.,
and Voivod were already making Metallica (once
considered an extreme ensemble) sound like the
boring turds they would eventually become.
An album called Scum would
close the book on the idea. This 1987 debut
initially had punk fans thinking Napalm Death
were little more than a joke band. When they
dropped From Enslavement to
Obliteration the following year it was
clear that they weren't a "one-off" like Sore
Throat.
Harris, who was an avowed fan of little-known
bands Repulsion, and Siege single-handedly
brought the "blast beat" to worldwide
consideration. Blast beats are essentially the
quick drums of Dave Lombardo (Slayer), or Chuck
Biscuits (Circle Jerks), sped up to the velocity
of a machine gun. Their "songs" were likewise
time-conscious, with "You Suffer (But Why?)"
clocking in at almost half a second.
Napalm's bass tones were more akin to radio
static than the deep, sonorous sounds of Geddy
Lee (Rush), or Paul McCartney (Crispy Ambulance).
The rhythm guitars struggled to keep up with the
drums, while the singing was adjacent to the
sounds of an extremely large mammal vomiting.
Grindcore was born!
The band were immediately fawned over and
championed by quote-unquote "real musicians"
(mainly jazz composers), and their skewed take
on hardcore punk was rightly considered ahead of
its time. Along with producing challenging music,
their lyrics are quite a bit more intellectual
than the self-consciously goofy fare of some of
their ex-contemporaries.
If you're figuring that the average Napalm Death
song is about inverted crucifixes and the
molestation of nuns, read this sampling of lyrics from "Blows to the Body" on the new album:
Reproduce to repent. Move those pious
hands off that which isn't yours. Hers are
hallowed parts, governed by her right to.choose.
And if, as you say, life is so sacred, why is
quality of life an afterthought? Controlling a
womb does not make her a vehicle. She dictates
the terms. 'Murder on the unborn.' Yet some
newborn die a thousand times.
Their newest offering Order of The
Leech is somehow even faster. It's more
confusing and angrier than 2001's Enemy
of The Music Business, which saw them end
an experimental period that lasted for three
albums. They had been mixing
clean "singing" with their rougher vocal style,
adding strange guitar bits, and had less of an
emphasis on speed then. These were almost moody
songs.
Order of the Leech finds them
moving the bass drums up in the mix, which gives
the blast parts an almost 'rolling' quality.
Those are no longer beats, and with the pace
sound very nearly like sustained fills on the
snare. The album actually has the ability to put
me into an aggressive mood. I was listening to
Order very LOUDLY on headphones
a few days ago, and noticed my occasional short
temper had been compromised by an insistent
salesman knocking at my door.
I had to shut it off, and instead listened to
Sketches of Spain (Miles Davis)
for the remainder of the afternoon. The two
albums do have very distinct atmospheres, but
aren't that dissimilar overall. On the other
hand, most of today's "aggressive rock" makes me
wanna lift weights, refer to girls as "hotties,"
and call my friends "brah." That's not remotely
punk.
Through years of touring, and adherence to the
ideals and beliefs the band was founded on,
Napalm Death have made an historic contribution
to modern music.