The Fall of Troy

I got a couple of CDs in the mail from Lujo Records yesterday, including The Fall of Troys self-titled debut. I popped it in at work, not really expecting much other than another round of screamo/​hardcore stuff. During the first couple of tracks, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it… although looking back, my co-workers were probably wondering my head was bobbing and my feet were tapping to such weird rhythms.

There were flashes of brilliance that were practically blinding, but also a handful of moments where the CD seemed to falter a bit. I loved the sloppy, proggy guitars and the off-kilter sense of melodicism that permeates the album and balances out the more chaotic, spastic elements of their music. However, the whole singing/​screaming approach wears a bit thin for me, and the song’s short attention span was often a bit frustrating. But my opinion was fairly favorable… until, that is, the 7th track (“F.C.P.S.I.T.S.G.E.P.G.E.P.G.E.P”) came on and promptly handed me my ass.

Within 30 seconds, I was scrambling to pull up a browser window and search for anything and everything I could find about this band. This song is all about rhythm, propelled by a rubbery bassline and drumming that borders on a grand mal seizure. All the while, angsty vocals and brittle post-punk guitars dance around the edges until the song explodes in a chorus of violent screams and echoing, yearning guitar notes (which might just be the most wonderful thing I heard all week).

Needless to say, after that track, I was completely sold on the album. There’s more energy and passion in these songs than I’ve heard in most of punk/​hardcore/​emo albums I’ve received lately. Yes, it’s technically brilliant — these guys play each song to within an inch of their lives (and supposedly, most of them were done in one take) — but there’s nothing pretentious about it. How can there be when you can literally see the blood and sweat dripping from each second? There are no ​“Can we make the Dillinger Escape Plan influence any more obvious?” or ​“Hey look at us, we’re loud, heavy, and kuh-razy” moments here… just brilliant hardcore/metal/prog/glam/post-punk/God knows what else that absolutely slays. Judging from the live tracks on their website (including a great version of ​“F.C.P.S.I.T.S.G.E.P.G.E.P.G.E.P”), it sounds like they’re just as sick live.

Which begs the question, ​“So when are you boys coming to the Midwest?”