Report from a Listening Party: Black Veil Brides, Wretched and Divine

Wretched and Divine: The Story of the Wild Ones is album number three for Black Veil Brides.

As a quick introduction to their current aesthetic, here’s the video for the first single, In the End, which dropped on Wednesday:
 


 

The rest of Wretched and Divine is due out in early January, and will be accompanied by a movie called Legion of the Black.

Buying a ticket for the New York premiere of Legion of the Black was what led to me being one of the lucky people who got to attend a listening party for Wretched and Divine today.

We got to listen to it all the way through one time. The following notes and observations are based on that single hearing:

  • This record is big, in the sense that it is ambitious, and in the sense that it contains multitudes. It is expansive, but not bloated, and heavy, at times, but not ponderous.

    One of my notes on I Am Bulletproof, the first song, was WHAMMO guitar time! More punch than drag; heavy drums, lots of shredding, but cohesive, which I feel is a reasonable summation of the song and most of the record as well.

    Main point of divergence between the record and the song: the record has more fancy strings.

  • Familiar BVB themes – unity of rebels and outcasts, celebrating your life, standing tall in the face of adversity, getting up even when mean people knock you down – are there, but given shapes and faces which I suspect will become more concerete to me once I have seen the accompanying movie.

    Religious / inspirational language and themes, which echoed through BVB’s earlier records are front and center here, though, I agree with Kerrang!‘s assessment: they haven’t turned into Stryper.

    The faith they are talking about seems much more general and amorphous, perhaps somewhat like the faith that powers the Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear, than one that springs from adherence to a specific religion.

    There’s also certain amount of intersectionality of artforms – music vs film vs film musical / musical film vs rock opera / concept record – that I want to come back to later, once I have experienced both works.

  • Songs that are most likely to be pit sing-alongs / jump-athons, in order of appearance: New Year’s Day (heavy bass drum intro, like a heartbeat, finished with a dollop of fancy violin); We Don’t Belong (glitchier, more electronic, drums more understated); Devil’s Choir (martial, parade-like beat and skirling shredding that smooths out to support the shout-along chorus).
  • Overture is the instrumental number at the halfway line. It is lovely combination of fancy violins and rolling, thunderous drums, and if it is not the centerpiece of someone’s ballet recital / senior dance project this spring I am going to be sad.
  • There are two ballads: Done With You which is gentle and subdued, and Lost It All which starts out with some doomy piano and then expands and soars into classic metal ballad territory. For the latter I made a “hand -> staple -> forehead” note, but that is because my affection is both sincere and snarky. It really is a lovely song.
  • Shadows Die (fancy picking, dull thunderous drums that build to a raging torrent) and Nobody’s Hero (dirty bluesy bassline) struck me as the most “traditionally” metal in form, if not in content; the latter went on just a hair too long.

After the record was over, we got to watch five minutes of the movie – my appetite for the rest is suitably whetted – and after that the room was shocked in to stunned silence when the door popped open and BVB lead singer Andy Biersack walked in. The visit that followed as all the sweeter for having been totally unexpected.

In summary: the record was good, I can’t wait to hear it again, and it was an A++ evening overall.

Postcards from the Pit: Ceremony, Webster Hall, 12.02.12

Ceremony were not the headliners for this show – that was Titus Andronicus – but they were the band I liked best. The first opener was Lemuria, who were pleasant but didn’t really turn my crank, and as for Titus Andronicas, I just wasn’t feeling it this time. Everyone else was having the best possible time and losing their collective minds, though, so I think it was me, not them.

Ceremony was a surprise in a number of ways. First they were American punks when I had been expecting British goths1 – some day I will learn to read band bios before shows – and second, the previously placid pit exploded the moment their first note sounded.

The reason most of the pictures are a little bit blurry is because the floor beneath me was vibrating from the force of the audience’s enthusiasm. I was mainly hanging on to the barrier as tightly as I could and occasionally ducking stage divers.

Their music is ferocious and beautiful. It sounds like both the end and the beginning of the world, and like something complex and spiky being annealed in the blue core of a fire.

 

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1 Essentially I had conflated their influences – Joy Division – and a wide array of cultural echoes – a song by Joy Division, a record by The Cult, a long-running club night in Boston, all also called Ceremony – and thought they were a first or second-wave goth band that doesn’t actually exist.

My Chemical Romance: Conventional Weapons (to date)

The lost album is lost no more.

Conventional Weapons is composed of the 10 songs My Chemical Romance made – and shelved – in the space between The Black Parade and Danger Days. I titled this post “Conventional Weapons (to date)” because they’re eschewing a traditional album release and instead putting the songs two at a time over the course of several months, and so far only four have been released. Two more will emerge in mid-December, and the last four will surface in early January and February.

Not going to lie, this is maddening.

I want the whole thing, all of the songs, and I want it right now, so I can lie down on my kitchen floor with my iPod and crank it up and plunge in.

But I cannot have it, so I must be patient, and absorb them as they arrive.

So far my reaction is: This is very interesting.

The songs contains their evolution, as a band, and are an aural fork in the road, the point where The Black Parade finally shambled to a halt, and when it came time to choose their adventure, they walked briefly down a simpler (and so far, angrier) path before turning towards a candy-colored apocalypse.

The seeds of the bouncier, dance-inflected world of Danger Days are there, but the more I listen to the songs, the more I think some of them could have come directly after Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge.

The following are some more detailed observations:

1A: Boy Division: Propulsive and soaring; whenever they go on tour again, the pit will be screaming along with lines like I’m not dead / I only dress that way and Take me out there / far away / save me from my self-destruction/ Hopeless for ya /Sing a song for California. Extra points to anyone old enough to get the pun-reference in the title!
 

 
1B:Tomorrow’s Money: You fell in love with a vampire / A torch-song for the empire / So say hello to the brush-fire. Well, yes, Mr. Way, we did. But being a teen idol, even (especially?) the freak-show teen idol, it takes a toll. I sympathize with your urge to light it all on fire even as I walk closer to warm myself by the pyre.
 

 
2A: Ambulance: Honestly, this is the one that I can’t decide how I feel. I like it a general I like My Chem sort of way, but I also think it’s sort of muddled and incomplete. Essentially, though, it’s a coda to Tomorrow’s Money‘s commentary on being the freak-show teen idol. File under: Hmmm.
 

 
2B:Gun.: Naturally the one that is explicitly about an actual weapon is the one they release with cover art that has nothing to do with the weapon in question. Oh My Chem, never change. Also, it’s an anti-war song. Again, I like it in a general sort of way. I’m not going to flip past it when it comes up on shuffle but I’m also not going to seek it out to listen to it obsessively as I totally did with Boy Division.
 

Wölfbait: Wölfbait

Wölfbait is a sonic sledgehammer-steamroller, heavy experimental noise that walks the fine but bright line between deeply satisfying and painful to listen to; and is for anyone who has ever listened to Metal Machine Music and thought This needs to be faster and should also have some echoey howling and shouting and more weird screeching noises.

Other notes: they do interesting things with feedback, and their drums are steady and powerful but not as pounding and punishing as some hardcore drums can be.
 

 

The Dirty Nil: Little Metal Baby Fist

The Dirty Nil’s summary of themselves on bandcamp is The Dirty Nil play rock and roll, and, you guys, that’s an accurate statement. They sound like a dive bar: loud and a little dirty.

Little Metal Baby Fist is the A-side from their most recent single, which I picked because I can almost see the circle belling out and the pit forming before they even get through the first chord. I would totally wade into the fray and put my arms up to bounce sweaty dudes away from me while scream-singing along to this song.
 

 
I can also recommend the B-side, Hate is a Stone (slightly heavier, sounds like stewing in self-loathing) and their cover of Moonage Daydream.

Video: Tina Turner, What’s Love Got To Do With It

Tina Turner turned 73 yesterday, so this is both a belated birthday celebration and a general appreciation.

What’s Love Got To Do With It is from Private Dancer (1984); the song won three Grammys in 1985 and the original video got an MTV video award, also in 1985.

I’m pretty sure I became a Tina Turner fan in that year too, partially because of the music, and partially because she was Aunty Entity, Queen of Bartertown. If you haven’t watched Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome, GO DO IT NOW.

Meanwhile, the video you are about to watch is from her last tour, in 2009. I can only hope to be as fierce as she is when I am her age.
 

Video: Fall Out Boy, Sugar We’re Going Down

Fall Out Boy didn’t play Fueled by Ramen’s 15th anniversary shows last fall, but they were there in spirit, via the music between sets. At some point during night two, this song came on over the PA.

I was deep in the crowd, half listening, half trying to wriggle into a better spot, when I noticed a female voice in the chorus that I was pretty sure hadn’t been there before. I actually spent 30 seconds trying to remember if they had pulled someone in to guest vocals – Maja Ivarsson from The Sounds, maybe? – before the penny dropped.

It wasn’t Maja.

It was the room.

It was hundreds of girls – including me – singing along so loudly they had become one voice, soaring and swooping and almost drowning Patrick Stump out. And it remains one of my favorite concert memories.

This video is from 2006, and is a classic FOB dash of visual absurdity.

 

Video: Little Jackie, 31 Flavors

The holiday season is upon us, and with it, long car trips in which my sister and I get to explore the contents of each others iPods. On our most recent voyage, I got a One Direction song stuck in her head, and she introduced me to Little Jackie, aka Imani Coppola (no relation to Francis Ford!) and Adam Pallin.

This song is from their second record, Made4TV. I love this video because it is beautifully shot, and the song because it is sexy and snarky at the same time. Coppola is also a solo artist, so if you like her voice be sure to grab all of her work!