David Randall ‘Randy’ Blythe, vocalist of the popular metalcore band Lamb Of God has been arrested in the Czech Republic, according to news reports. The band was in Czechoslovakia to play a show in support of their new album, when the police placed the singer under arrest for an incident that had occurred during Lamb Of God’s 2010 show in the Czech Republic. According to metal news websites, Randy had gotten into a fight with a fan onstage, and the man later died of his injuries. It is because of this, and not Lamb Of God’s music, that the cops took the singer away. To know all about the groove/metalcore band, visit this link: Everything You Need To Know About Lamb Of God.
Archive for June, 2012
Gojira! It’s a Herculean name in itself, and this review is coming from a guy who has been listening to Gojira for four years now. They have their own territory in this ginormous metal scene. It’s a major and well-known stop for any metalhead. They sound fanfuckintastic in both forms i.e live and on record. The Flesh Alive DVD is an immense evidence of how fucking tight they are and can be! They sound awfully insane in the Flesh Alive CD. That was my first impulse before album could come out (leak). But then I got my hands on L’Enfant Sauvage where they sound like gods of their scene. They have their own sound, and it makes the progressive metal world go crazy. The Way Of All Flesh was a fucking win for every Gojira fan. They have what it takes to stand apart from any other mainstream band. Back then, I got blown away from their versatility. Now, this album is an extension of the Gojira sound, but not an expansion. I was hoping for the same amount of change which took place between Terra Incognita and The Way Of All Flesh. Nevertheless, I’m still saying L’Enfant Sauvage has what it takes to unquestionably be the album of the year.
On the current album, one would easily discover the use of two or more pitches turning out to be ‘reciting tones’, the use of which is perfect. I mean, it’s just flawless. The first song to notice this in is ‘The Axe’ – a mixture of death and black metal which only Gojira is capable of doing. The reason I call it “black metal” is because of its dark journey with the chanting in the background. It makes you close your eyes and feel the ambience through your head (on-a-loop kind of material). It’s one of my duckie picks from the album. ‘Liquid Fire’ is like a prolongation of the ‘The Axe’. That doesn’t mean anything bad – its a jaw-smashing beauty with one tempo carried throughout. ‘Mouth Of Kala’ has the pace that only Gojira can carry… such a groove throughout the song, with the gloomy pitch running in the background, and bassline is world-class. Such uniqueness, oh boy!
And here comes my favorite track for this year: Gojira takes it away with ‘The Gift Of Guilt’. A great idea of what Gojira can do to a song. Diversity!? Check. Groove!? Check. Heaviness!? Check. Perfection!? Check. It passes the entire test. I like the way it ends but if a solo could have been written for the end, ‘The Gift Of Guilt’ would have crossed all the limits to be Gojirasmic. Other tracks such as ‘Pain Is A Master’ is a deluding track as it starts with a slow ambient part and bashes away into the technicality of “death metal”.
I’m thoroughly impressed with what Gojira are offering here. This album is a huge transformation, more twisted towards the unique ‘progressive’ sound, which in itself is a massive thing to achieve, but it is not, as I stated earlier, an ‘expansion’. Buy or download L’Enfant Sauvage or do whatever you want. But listen to it!
Not just another band from Delhi, Ebonix have only one single so far: The Struggle Within. They classify themselves as progressive rock and wear the label with great respect. I was into it right from the intro, where the keyboards are prominent and a nice progressive riff follows. The vocals are top notch with potent lyrics – just the sort I expect from a prog-rock band. There is a heavy Dream Theater influence and it’s great how Ebonix have used it to make a high-quality song. The many riffs are the highlight of The Struggle Within, and all the parts fit very well. I like the tone of the whole song. Seriously, these guys exactly know what they doing, and I want to hear more from Ebonix. It’s been a year since they started and should’ve had at least an EP ready by now, but no criticism ahead; I just want to say thank you for making me listen to such a nice progressive track. Nice job, guys… please find a studio and record more stuff!
Another band from Gurgaon, Mutiny In March have come out with a new single named Till We Last. The song has been given a typical hardcore start, though the backing vocals could have been better, and the recording and mastering is okay. The bass line is tight and the drummer has done a nice job! Till We Last moves ahead with a catchy riff and wanders into an unneeded breakdown. This doesn’t seem to be enough, so they force another breakdown. Dudes! Why? There are so many of these bands who put breakdowns where they just don’t fit or do justice to the song structure. I mean, breakdowns should have their time to get installed in the song and should sync with the riff, but here in this song, it embarrasses the riff, and it’s a good riff! The solo in the end of the song is again accompanied by the breakdown. The ambient part at the end could have been utilized in the start. Till We Last is a nice song, but it’s standard stuff. The band should focus on their structures if they want to make their songs special. Mutiny In March call themselves hardcore, but they have solos, double bass and heavy breakdowns, which makes them metalcore.
“I love gandagi!”, exclaims the bald villain, ending the explanation to why he wants everybody – young and old – to spit all around. The superhero has to show up to save his sighing girlfriend, if not to protect the world from becoming a spittoon. And when he does come flying, he wins the battle against the baddie’s henchmen but gets knocked out of his senses by a wink from the girl.
Supermen Of Malegaon is an amazing documentary that not only takes you through the making of Malegaon Ka Superman, but also gives you a clear look into the lives and trials of a few gentlemen who make movies because their heart tells them to. The focus is on Nasir Shaikh, who was baffled when he realized that Hollywood and Bollywood movies are not made by one person and involve the efforts of several people. So he put together a team and delegated work and made a few hit films for Mollywood, Malegaon’s own film industry. Akram, the spitting baddie, is also the editor, the singer, the songwriter and the narrator of the movie.
Most Malegaon males work in power looms, earning as little as 400 rupees a week, but on their day off, the men forget their problems as cinema takes them to another world, a kingdom in which they’re the kings. The women of Malegoan, though, aren’t allowed to work. Nasir Shaikh realized early on that comedy is not only more likable than but also outlives drama and action, and began making parodies of successful Hindi films. Malegaon Ke Sholay, for example, has bandits on bicycles making an unsuccessful attempt to hijack a Volvo.
For Malegaon Ka Superman, Shaikh opted for Shafique Shaikh, the weakest and meekest young man in Malegaon. Barely filling up the Superman costume with an M (for Malegaon) emblazoned across the chest area, Shafique was the right choice to play a superhero who suffers from asthma because of air pollution.
Faiza Ahmed Khan’s documentary is a bittersweet film which captures funny moments that occur on the movie sets and Nasir Sheikh (and his crew’s) passion for film-making and their dedication to the craft. That a superhero film, even if it’s a parody, can be made on a budget of 50,000 rupees, adds to the fun of watching the team members work on the special effects after Superman has danced with his heroine, been pulled out of the water by the boys he went in to rescue from drowning, and been manhandled by unit members.
Supermen Of Malegaon will inspire aspiring filmmakers who think they need a big production house and several hands and a mega budget to make a film. The rest of us will be dying to watch Malegaon Ka Superman.
At its core, Gangs Of Wasseypur is a revenge saga. And that’s as much of the story you’ll get from this movie review, because the film is so much more. Set in Bihar, Gangs Of Wasseypur takes you through coal mines to families of the man who refuses to let his hair grow out till he has avenged his father’s killing. The man, his women, his children, his enemy, his opponents and his comrades… they’re all here in this three-hour masterpiece. Anurag Kashyap takes his time to tell the story, and what a storyteller he is! You’re in Wasseypur, at the heart of Dhanbad, for so long that you’re way too familiar with the place and don’t want to leave when the movie’s over. It’s not over anyway – the second part of Gangs Of Wasseypur will hit theaters only in August, and it’s unfair to be kept waiting that long. The good news is you can watch GoW every week till then, with all it nods to Hindi cinema, and the nikaahs, and the local dialect, the rustic charm, the masterly performances, and all the dry humor. I want to go right back in and watch it… five more times.
I wanted/needed a lifestyle change. A healthier one. I was growing increasingly tired of feeling that drinking regularly was a heroic activity. Same old routine. The waiters didn’t even have to ask what I wanted. They’d put a quarter of my brand of whisky and a bottle of soda on the table and go to get the ice. So often, almost every day, for the last 15 years I drank alcohol. I don’t think any occasion was complete without alcohol. In fact, if there wasn’t anything to drink, it wasn’t even an occasion. I was the most enthusiastic drinker I knew. Always ready to drink. I used to drink with ALL my friends… guys, girls, everyone. And then there was those two-three times in a month when I’d be by myself and say, “Let me drink in peace today.” I knew I wasn’t an alcoholic, but I also knew I wasn’t the guy who could have a pint or two every Sunday or two small drinks every night and go home. I’d drink till the booze was there, every day. It was time to find a new way to look at life. Where I could see things clearly and remember how I fell asleep the night before. I was done with calling my mum to say I’d have dinner the next day, and then rushing off to a bar by 7, coming home wasted and then waking up feeling like shit the next morning. My friends laughed every time I announced I was going to quit smoking. I said that every night for around five of the fifteen years that I smoked away. They’d ask me if I was quitting the next day and then they’d laugh, and they’d tell each other, “He’s quitting for ever!” Then they’d all laugh. Then I quit smoking cigarettes, grass and hash on April 7, 2011. World Health Day. They thought I’d get back to it in two-three months. They’ve stopped laughing. They’d even laugh when I used to tell them I was sick of drinking. They didn’t find it funny when I announced it on the blog, because they know I never bullshit on the blog. Nobody’s fucking laughing. Ain’t nobody ever gonna laugh now. I don’t miss getting drunk. I miss drinking good beer and writing beer reviews. I was the only guy in this country doing it. But I know I can’t have another beer again. Not one pint, not one sip. Because then there’ll be no end, and I’ll have to start all over again. And I can’t think of a better way of setting an example for others. I mean, I’m not a lifelong puritan. I’m a reformed sinner. I don’t want to sound righteous or anal. I’m never gonna preach to kids or my friends. All I can do is set an example with my actions. I didn’t quit smoking when girlfriends wanted me to. I quit smoking and drugs when I felt ready to make that change. It was the same with drinking. I was ready for another way of life, and for this new way of life, I had to remove alcohol from my path. It was supposed to be harder than quitting cigarettes and drugs, because smoking had become a pain, while drinking alcohol was always pleasurable. But it was very easy to quit drinking alcohol because my body, mind and spirit were not enjoying it anymore. In fact, they were pleading to be freed from it. The same way I didn’t try to quit smoking, I didn’t try to quit drinking… I just quit. There was nothing to control because there were no cravings or urges and I had simply lost the will to drink. I quit, that’s it. More than anyone else and anything else, I owed it to myself.