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By Vinnie Apicella Combining the ferocity
of Pantera with the elemental subtleties of Tool, Dry Kill Logic applies
their own logic in new school philosophies and lets loose their "darker
side," something most will understand, some will let fly by and still
others will simply collapse from the dead weight of the rhythms.
Originally called Hinge, the band quickly and rightfully scrapped the
name and accidentally stumbled across their current moniker as it
relates to a piece of studio equipment-and isn't that how it always
is-yet the name just fits. I can do without the odd scratching now and
again-actually once was enough-though find there to be enough
groove-worthy, pit-staining aggression to overlook any such clichés
that happen to intrude the otherwise dense construct of the songs at
large-a jagged edge of a creation interrupted at timely intervals by
complete silence, odd change of pattern, a breath catching moment before
full sonic submersion begins again. The lyrics are pointed, the theme
sharp, the demeanor none too pleasant-if you've grown tired of shameless
exploits into pity, pain, suffering. your basic everyday rants
employed by every Nu-Metal/Noise-Core band ever in existence, well you
might wanna either consult a shrink, jump out the window or laugh out
loud while your roof caves in but these guys ain't gonna do it for you.
There's potential here-"Nightmare," "Weight," "Rot," and the emotional
surprise of "Track 13," which is technically track nine, but all of a
sudden and completely out of nowhere I'm listening to The Deftones' last
record-for all of about fourteen seconds before madness sets in, but the
soulful verse continues throughout. Overall there's a bit too much
seriousness not to mention repetitiveness going on this record-the whole
rage for rages sake-a group like Propain or Pantera pulls it off time
after time, though I'll admit being less than jacked by their last
record, but there's enough of an ID factor and traditionally Metal
elements of an instrumental kind so as not to get lost in the shuffle of
redundancy. The cover art's more interesting than a tune like "Pain" or
"Nothing," and the whole Static-X, Taproot, Snapcase, snap your neck
formula that'll see them fold at the first sign of stress, but there's
an upside the further along we go signaling something of a more musical
quality in the offing.
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