Suicide Silence: You Only Live Once
Through the magic of Twitter, I’ve encountered a new thing. People willing to kick a tiger in the plums, or alternatively, suggest a song for me to listen to. So, “SSfans666″, through you I’ve discovered the glory and subtle genius of Suicide Silence.
Hang on, SSfans? Don't meet Max Mosley. You will absolutely definitely not be friends.
Suicide Silence: A band ready to change the way you think about music, inspirational and divine, they must have been inspired by the touch of Jehova himself and so inspired decided they should spread the word through their followers so all can benefit from their wisdom.
Ha ha just kidding. It’s generic metal.
The problem with this generic metal is that it’s also not very good generic metal. In fact, as far as generic metal goes it’s basically an old aluminium can.
This can also could have been good. But it is bland.
The song has absolutely no high point, not even when it ends, because it’s at that point that you realise you have wasted some of your life, which ironically is the subject matter of the song. Not that you can tell though, the grunted lyrics are incredibly hard to make out, worse than attempting to listen to Nirvana underwater.
This strikes me as distinctly weird. Grunted metal vocals should never be boring. Yet somehow this song has managed to sound utterly unimpressive, as though the singer is in his bedroom and his mum doesn’t want him to be too loud.
The instrumental is also uninspired, repeating the same few riffs ad nauseum. Not all is lost though, as one part sounds like a man farting into a tuba.
Stop. Do not fart into your tuba. This will void the warranty.
Suicide Silence then. Dull, boring, bland, insipid, and bad for you, like choking on beige paint.
