Some people, apparently, see music as colour. I’ve never been lucky to have that experience as the overwhelming experience, but I do find some bands, some music, does illicit a feeling of a colour. I hear a colour to the music. A band such as the Polysics makes me think of sickly, luminous, bring, neon colours, the sort of thing that’ll leave you seeing spots behind your eyelids for days on end. There’s no danger of seeing the Polysics as one colour.
Evile’s 2nd album, however, is more … monotone. Much more. This is no to say they never suggested some brilliance, some great riffs, some great solos, but that they never really seem that aware of some of the monotony of the whole of this album, how all these ideas are the bloody same. The first books they ever read (as a band) must have been the 1980s Metallica tab books, and their rather excellent (if musically unimaginative) debut album, Enter the Grave, is testament to that: it’s the best Metallica album since the black album. But, with 2009’s Infected Nation, Evile seemed to be trying to toying towards something a bit more, but not forget to thrash, and perhaps not willing enough to leave comfort-thrash behind.
The outcome is a rather grey-blackish album that doesn’t have any other tones or shades, much change in tempo (or what currently feels like key). There’s 63 minutes of this stuff, and, well … fuck that 63 minutes of your life. It opens with cliché’s, of gothic, clean, picked guitars being torn away by a thrash metal rhythm. And from the point those guitars come in, it’s all a bit the same. Or very much the same, after at least 20 minutes of it.
Maybe it’s the production – it’s a really bland production. Nothing happens in it, no changes of tone, no changes of volume, no colour. The riff style is a growth on the classic Metallica-like hammering, but that’s all these riffs are. There is just no colour to this album. It’s just a metal album, nothing more, nothing less. But, every song seems like all its rules have been taken out of the same text book, and never questioned. And, sadly, this makes the album quite bland.
Rating: Well, yeah, it’s fine, but boring.