Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Cassette Review //
Forget The Times
"Winter Haven"

$5 //
Edition of 50 //

Jazz horns.   Frantic drums.  Mechanical laughing.   Guitar notes pierce through.   This is chaos.   Pure, wild, jazz chaos.   Cymbals crashing, strings breaking, horns blaring this is loud.   Starts and stops have this feeling like it could be math rock at times, but it's kind of all over the place and I love that it doesn't seem to have any boundaries.     It's unfiltered destruction.   In the same way that this seems to take no prisoners it feels as if each and every step, each and every note is deliberate.   

In ways the screeches and cymbals remind me of "In Utero".   For the most part though, they are unlike anything else you will likely ever hear.   Why can't this type of thrash n roll have a genre with more bands doing it?  I'd love to hear variations on this and dedicating an entire genre to it would feel more like a blessing than overkill.   At times it can remind me of Recover or Cloud Nothings, one of those bands who plays heavy but isn't quite hardcore; there's that something extra so they stand out.

At some point, the horns either blended in so well I couldn't hear them as much or they just took a bow, but by the end of Side A they return and are isolated with some higher pitched screeching.   This is all followed by bird songs.     This is how Side A comes to a close, but Side B comes right back with those heavy guitars and drums.   Cymbals crash over melodies.   

As the horns blare through they can feel like vocals, as if the instruments are trying to form words, but boy do they sing.   Dig those cymbal rides, man.   Then into a free-for-all of distorted guitar riffs where it just feels like the hand is passing across the body of the guitar in a way which can only be done once.    A slow guitar drone winds through the bend.   Scales and bangs, this one is really beginning to break down now and that is how it ends-- with the utter destruction of everything.

More birds are at the end of Side B and I wonder if this is filler by the label or artist, you know, like how dubbed tapes does those street sounds to fill space.   Regardless, this cassette is just one of those that you have to experience to fully get and as someone who grew up with both hardcore music (and all of its many variations) and math rock (and I still listen to what it has evolved into today) this has a special place for me for being somewhere in between those two genres.    We might not share the same past tastes but we can share the same future.  

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