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Foreknown
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Calm Seas Don't Make Sailors
Blood And Ink Records
Release: 12/28/2004
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Rated:
Review by:
Caz* Bevan
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If pure metal is what you want, than metal is what you get
from the band Foreknown. Their first full-length album on
Blood and Ink Records is appropriately titled, Calm
Seas Don't Make Sailors. It has that old school metal
feel with the occasional and much anticipated breakdown. I
would assume this was the sound Foreknown had in mind
since they oh-so-cleverly titled their last song, "No Guns, No
Roses, Just Axl."
This is the type of album you could hardcore dance to and
even gather together your skull-kicking friends in an old
school circle pit, if you find yourself obliging and coordinated
enough. Another old school feature is the band's use of
sound clips. As an intro to the song, "Weapon of Choice,"
they use a recognizable and appropriate sound clip from the
movie Fight Club. Randomly, they also use a
clip from the movie Field Of Dreams. This is
just a bit of evidence that Foreknown probably has some
roots in punk rock as well.
With this album you shouldn't expect any melodic, hardcore
harmonies. Although you'll hear the occasional background
singing, this entire album is your typical hardcore, gutted-
throat style of screaming and punk-like chanting. If
understanding what the lead singer is screaming were
important to you, well, you'd have to read along in order to
figure it out. The good news is all the lyrics are included!
These lyrics sound as if they are part of a conversation
regarding the most complicated aspects of life, like the art of
betrayal; "Our hearts die like autumn leaves, our tongues
are awful traders tonight… we say 'I do,' and 'I love you,'
with the same mouth used to destroy."
Listed as 10 tracks, there are only eight real songs on this
album. The first track is simply an intro. They also include
an eerie piano track with distant screams for no other
reason than to freak you out halfway through the album. I
suggest you take this minute and a half to rest your fingers
from playing your air-guitar and brace yourself for a final
round of head banging before your mom walks in and
demands you stop listening to "the devil's music."
Overall, this is an album worth listening to, but probably not
one popular enough to immediately grasp your favorites list.
You'll love it and burn yourself out quickly by listening to it
over and over again, or you'll pop it in as background noise. |
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