Fans of all iterations of aggro tech metallers Combichrist will surely find something to appease their blackened hearts within One Fire‘s diverse walls. And if you can’t then frankly, this isn’t the band for you anymore.[Read more…]
Editor’s note: Running a blog by yourself can be hard. Especially coming up with new content to compete with every other Tom, Dick, & Jane out there. Sometimes you can’t cover everything you want and in some cases, by the time you get around to covering something you really, really want to time and relevancy pass you by.
This was the case with a write-up I started on Combichrist’s Boston stop of the “We Love You” tour in April of this year. Life just got in the way. I covered the album release in advance along with “From My Cold Dead Hands” before that but by the time I got to finishing this piece, the first leg of the tour was just about done and I felt the late show review was irrelevant.
But I digress.
Yesterday Combichrist announced the second North American leg of the “We Love You” tour (No MA date. Obviously because I didn’t post my piece!) with openers Blood On The Dance Floor as direct support. If you know the history of the allegations about this band and its front “person” then you can imagine the uproar it caused from longtime supporters of Combichrist. In a bold move and a rare show of integrity in this day and age, Combichrist listened to you and subsequently released this statement on Facebook.
I was a fan of the band before but a move like this guarantees I’ll be a fan for life along with countless others already in their legion. As a “thanks”, I felt it was appropriate to share what fans will bear witness to this fall with my account of the show back in April. If you thought Combichrist showed balls yesterday, just wait ’til you see them live:
“For a band that makes hyper aggressive industrial music like Combichrist, the band were anything but on Tuesday evening at Boston’s Paradise Rock Club. They were quite the opposite, actually, as smiles were shining from ear to ear despite chants of “Hate! Dishonor! Love Destroy!” Combichrist having fun as a band? How very un-industrial! Appearances by Unearth’s Ken Susi during “Follow The Trail Of Blood” and Nick from support act New Year’s Day (who got “hazed” during encore “What The Fuck Is Wrong With You?”) only added to the fun vibe. Joe Letz proved to be a real monster behind the kit bringing to mind the Ginger Fish poundings on Antichrist Superstar but less mechanical, more maniacal. Andy LaPlegua is the definitive front man commanding the audience from the second his masked lit up face makes an appearance during “We Were Made To Love You”. And who doesn’t love a good reprise? That’s right, kiddies, Combichrist brought it back to the beginning as a chant of “Hate! Dishonor! Love! Destroy!” reared its’ ugly little industrial head at the tail end of closer “Sent To Destroy”.”
All in all, a show not to be missed and one which I can only imagine will be ten times greater when they return stateside this fall.
Catch Combichrist on the second Blood On The Dance Floor-less leg of The “We Love You” tour here, We Love You is, of course, is out now through Metropolis Records.
The most aggressive band in industrial music today is back with We Love You, an album that throws everything AND the kitchen sink into the mix. If you liked the guitar-heavy hyper-intensity of last year’s No Redemption soundtrack yet yearned for the more club friendly numbers then We Love You is the solution to all your problems.
It’s like the Daleks are narrating the Doctor Who meets Flash Gordon synth overtones of “We Were Made To Love You” which opens the apocalyptical album. “We Were Made To Love You” is the logical comedown after last year’s abrasive No Redemption album featuring a disjointed swirl of electronics and guitars after the narration ends and the sonic shitstorm begins.
From there it sounds like business as usual (The KMFDM electro romp “Every Day is War”, chaotic thumper “Can’t Control”) but if there’s one thing that listeners should take away from WLY, it is this: Nothing is as it seems. Like the press release states: “Everything is farther, faster, and darker. There are more guitars, pounding drums, heavier electronics, further experimentation, lots more anger…” This means for every “Satan’s Propaganda” there’s a song like “Fuck Unicorns” (Think Daft Punk with some seriously dark undertones and frontman Andy LaPlegua acting as a demented ringleader/televangelist) or the acoustic-driven, pensive “The Evil In Me” waiting in the wings to expand their sound even further.
We Love You also features some of the most straight up rawk tunes Combichrist has ever laid down as well as being the most sing-a-long album to date. “Maggots At The Party” is up first (Followed by “Love Is A Razorblade” later on) and is a straight banger. You can almost picture the Beastie Boys “You Gotta Fight…” meets Lamb Of God’s “Redneck”-style video that should accompany the song with drummer Joe Letz just wailing away at the kit while LaPlegua forces his way through some cluttered crowd at a house party,
The tail end of WLY is where the magic really happens, though. “From My Cold Dead Hands” is a blessing. Easily one of the best industrial songs of the year, the effects-laden robot trading verses with LaPlegua’s monstrous growl is serene. That leads into the equally impressive “We Rule The World Motherfuckers” (Sure to be a hit on the goth dance floor and during their upcoming tour) which is another example of the genius of Combichrist at work. Speaking of genius, that word doesn’t even come close to describing the majestic two part closer “Retreat Hell” with “Part 1” being this monstrous tribal wall of sound and “Part 2” supplementing it with a long running rant by LaPlegua to make the perfect coda to a perfect album.
We Love You is available on March 25th through Metropolis Records. Physical and digital copies are available here and make sure you head on over to their Facebook page to see where you can catch them on their upcoming North American tour with William Control and New Year’s Day.