i am become Death – “i am become Death”
I am become Death. I am metal punk hardcore Boston metal.
I am writing about- I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
This is metal. People who play atomic bomb music. Who play with proficiency. Who play with brutality. I like, I am become Death.
They are brutal. They are smart. They are truth with guts. They are the end of the world. They are music with spark.
I am become Death. You are, because you’re life. This is good. This is hard. This is life. Your ears should sing. These are songs. Listen, I am become Death.
“Jumping Out Of A Perfectly Good Airplane” starts with a rhythm that continually falls over itself in intense propulsion. This is metal flying with the wings coming off, exasperated beyond its structures with vocals that are a black metal wail and drums that constitute a metal thrash. But it also constructs accents that could be taken from a King Crimson song along with a longing, whining guitar from a Johnny Thunders song. This song has all the good forces- punk, metal and hardcore colliding in one perfect mesh. With double bass drums pulverizing a song that doesn’t give a fuck how you classify it ’cause it knows it’s raw, true, brutal, hard and strong. No parachute, no safe landing needed for a song so great.
[audio:https://www.thrashnbang.com/wp-content/music/01 Jumping Out Of A Perfectly Good Airplane.mp3|titles=Jumping Out Of A Perfectly Good Airplane]I am the passion that breaks reason in two (Lou Reed). I am the laugh you give as the car you’re driving, drives off a cliff. I am the sound of a heart breaking, more painful than bones, more painful than your senses can explain.
Three notes of dissonance and doom open up “Back Off Warchild” as some pounding drums answer until some over charged guitars come crashing in unable though, to change the mood. The vocals plead for some ascendance but the drums and guitars overpowers them down. The song ends with some reverberations, it ends as an uncompromising, intense song.
[audio:https://www.thrashnbang.com/wp-content/music/05 Back Off Warchild.mp3|titles=Back Off Warchild]I am become Death. I live to become you. All points lead to this. I am become Death. I am a seagull’s cry at the break of dawn along the ocean’s tide before I kill a smaller animal or if not, then I die upon the shore and I am become Death. All ideas, all love, all beliefs, all- changes and becomes I, and I am become Death. Because all life leads to me, I am the final answer.
A simple guitar riff opens up “Cattle Keeper” and soon enough a simple guitar lead leads us onto a song with an almost Johnny Lydon bleat. Then we arrive at a call and answer vocal part until a combustion of elements brings us to a guitar freak-out with souls reverberating against the speakers in a doom laced cadence. Things are brought back to life in an almost glam rock way as the song continues on like a diamond, perfect and sharp in its brilliance.
[audio:https://www.thrashnbang.com/wp-content/music/04 Cattle Keeper.mp3|titles=Cattle Keeper]I am become Death because all before me has lead this way. All the blood shed has paved a path of misfortune, greed and ignorance and still, people follow as I point the way because I am become Death. I whistle as the hangman proceeds, my day commences without falter. Because I am become Death. I see your stark eyes staring out of your skull, dreamless.
Some heavy chuggin’ bass opens up “White Money” then it’s time for accents with a rhythm that recalls Devo to me but the regurgitating vocals continue even as the rhythm changes to hardcore. The heavy bass continues with the vocals and drums diminished. These are screams behind the screens of life. The song moves on like an animal on the prowl with a pause for gem like spirals of sound to spring up. Towards the end a supersonic hardcore rush comes forth until this great song ends with with dissolution, desolation and decay.
[audio:https://www.thrashnbang.com/wp-content/music/06 White Money.mp3|titles=White Money]This is passion, brutally crystallized. Art- not because of intellect or fanciness but because it goes where it should not. No prisoners taken. No exit. No pretense. No compromise. Yes, blowing up past ideals. Yes, knife to the guts, musically.
This is power. This is passion. This is pure. This is punk. This is short, hard, abrasive and strong. This needs no apology, no words. Only needs your perception. Listen to songs that are now, future and great.
I am become Death. I am- real.
http://iambecomedeath.bandcamp.com/
(Slimedog)
