"Burn Piano Island, Burn" CD
Genres: hardcore, hardcore metal
Mar 31 - Apr 6 2003
Piano Island, Burn arrived with a crack on its playing
surface. Fortunately, the damage just narrowly avoided the album's data,
and the disc's contents - it's very powerful, intense contents I might
From Seattle, Washington, The Blood Brothers are a
metal-influenced hardcore band with an eye for the extreme.
They've got everything down pat - the growling, scratched-up vocals,
the stop/start rhythms, the volatile guitar energy, and a clean but
uncompromising recording style that very few hc albums boast.
While the main focus here is on the raucous, explosive outbursts of
guitar-busting noise, Burn Piano Island, Burn also has quite
a bit of variety. The Blood Brothers love to take things
slow for a bit every now and again, only to blow their false calmness
to smithereens with a sudden riot of drums, guitars, and screeching
Look no further than "The Salesman, Denver Max" for
evidence. Starting off with an almost-cutesy guitar pattern, the
first foreshadowing of things to come is the singer's raspy, strained
singing. But this is no real warning for the sudden onslaught of
noise which follows. Kablamo! Armageddon hits. And once this destructive explosion is
finished, we're treated to another little calm bit, which is dashed to
pieces shortly thereafter. And so on and so forth. Burn
Piano Island, Burn is fucking merciless.
Other tracks just go strait for the guttural, so to speak, and
don't even bother with any calm bits. Tracks like "Fucking's
and "USA Nails" explode upon impact, whereas the reggae-tinged
"Every Breath Is A Bomb" mixes their hardcore soundwave
storm with a deliciously funky sound.
The twelve-track Burn Piano Island, Burn closes with "The Shame,"
which could be the album's most impressive track. Starting off with
the singer's signature, somewhat Royal Trux-esque vocals, it
spends a minute in pseudo-pop territory, before breaking down into
a few slow keyboard chords. These drift on a bit until they are
suddenly set on fire by a neck-slitting onslaught of screamo
noise. Eventually, it slows down, back into a melancholy
rock groove. It then slowly proceeds to build up and up like a roller coaster
about to go over the edge, gradually picking up power, accumulating
energy - until...
11 songs, distributed by Insound, released 2002]