Band: Between the Buried and Me
Genre: Progressive Metalcore
Album: Colors (2007)
Track List:
1. Foam Born: (a) The Backtrack 2:13
2. (b) The Decade of Statues 5:20
3. Informal Gluttony 6:47
4. Sun of Nothing 10:59
5. Ants of the Sky 13:10
6. Prequel to the Sequel 8:36
7. Viridian 2:51
8. White Walls 14:13
Total playing time: 01:04:09
In modern metal, there is a new wave of bands blending lots of music genres and metal subgenres to achieve a large amount of originality in their music. For example, melodic death metal + hardcore vocals = metalcore (a subgenre I don't really enjoy except for the excellent band Shadows Fall). Following the equation: metalcore + jazz + progressive rock + progressive metal + cabaret tunes = Between the Buried and Me. As for the subgenre resulting of this amalgam, well if you don't know how the fuck to call it just add progressive or avant-garde to metalcore and you have progressive/avant-garde metalcore. Easy, right?
The album "Colors" is a very ambitious piece of art. To try to describe it would be very hard and very long and at the end there is just too much going on to put it in words. So I won't waste my time and yours. But one thing that strongly called my attention was the fact that the clean vocals reminded me a lot of Pink Floyd, really, some of the chorus could be included in "Animals". With long songs and intricate music, "Colors" is a hard listen but a very satisfying one. The contrast between the heavy parts and the more laid back progressive rock parts will take your humour to ups and downs constantly, a very amusing experience, no doubt!
So if you want to experience a whole different dimension of metalcore, I vehemently recommend this album.
Download "Colors" here
Song: Informal Gluttony
Rebuild.
Cannot close our eyes.
Construction paper traffic...corner office destruction.
The cityscape burns brighter by the hour.
Clock tower: bring us all down.
Marching like ants to the foundation of a higher form.
Trash. Capped and smothered. Trash bag. Trash hat.
Feed me fear. (Informal gluttony)
Construction paper lawns...force-fed attention grabber...
when will you learn.
First come first serve.
The all you can eat trumpet...playing the tunes of our death.
Breathe......now blow. Now blow.
Let it be heard.
The preacher's talent is going through the airwaves.
(I need to be led in the right direction. Set up the bumpers...
running in the gutter)
The little kids taught me well...
but I wonder why they don't listen anymore.
(It's a television nightmare).
Eat and watch, eat eat eat...what they feed.
Corner office tubes...give me the best view in the hut.
Feed me fear. (Informal gluttony)
