 CAMERAN
a caesarean
( innocent
words ) 2006
Here
at camp slightly confused, we get quite a bit of loud / heavy / agro-
/ "chugga" albums. That genre as a form of musical outlet
is dead to me. Scan through the archives
here and you will see that we just pass most of it by - but believe
this text - we get loads of so-called "heavy" music.
Important
notables about Cameran: A] they fucking
slay. thick, black period. B] Cameran are
not an American band - they represent Austria. Cameran's front man delivers
his vocals in a most intense marshal / drill Sergeant manner - as if
his three bandmates were either ridiculously deaf or brand new to the
corps. The band, I can state, are not new to this army.
They are the generals with stripes running arms-length - the brutal
force that seals a caesarean's importance in reawakening a
long-dead genre. "The Forging Of Battle Plan B" - somehow
randomly continuing with my Armed Forces riddle of text - is as damn
fine of an example you will find in this bands union. Imagine Snapcase
[yes, leaders of the finest old school] indulging in REFUSED from just
most recent past. Know that I hold both of the previously mentioned
bands merit at unspeakable levels of quality, and using both in comparison
to one band is only done so with hopes that you will discover what I
just have. Finally - a band that proves "heavy" in relation
to music with angst means so much more than beating the paint off of
a drumkit and yelping until your vocal chords rasp like prickled quills
from Hell. And oh the percussion on this album [hear:
Hideko{!!!}] - what a fucking pleasure
that is. It all - this complete release - circles back
around to the "less is more" aesthetic that makes music important
and original in the first place.
Of
note: the entire album I speak so highly of is not entirely a collection
of attack anthems. "Headphone Music Op 001" proves this band
has vision, revealing a delicate four minute composition including strings
and warm synths that could stand willingly beside such groups as Mogwai
["dial
revenge"-esque] and Molasses.
"How the hell is that possible?"
you may be prompted to ask... and I ask the same thing of this release.
A
caesarean has the punch, honesty and delivery to rekindle
faith in most of what the postman sets upon my doorstep - but
I realize more than ever that albums of this magnitude come along nearly
never. Cameran are the equivalent of a famished Ty
Rex rising from the Earths brittle KT layer to consume each of the weak
imitators claiming to be the 'key and proper carrier of true heavy music'.
Go ahead - sleep through this one (if you can), you'll be kicking your
own late ass later. When I wrote innocent
words, the Illinois [US!?] label/magazine responsible for this release,
if this was really their band and not just distro - that is seriously
how impressed I was. Then, again - who the hell am I? I can tell you
that I don't enjoy writing this much about things that are meaningless
to me. "Fancy a re-charge"?
kaleb
:: [July/Aug
'06] 
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