One the of the things I truly miss about the late 80s/early 90s was the music scene that most people have no idea even existed. While Depeche Mode and New Order were getting the Pop royal treatment for creating a new(er) wave of synth driven "rock", there were a handful of bands, deep deep deep underground that were changing the face of music, cut by painful cut. Fast forward to now (or the past 10 years), most people can say they've bought a Ministry record, or have been introduced to Skinny Puppy at some frat party whose members had an older sister who was "really into this" back in the day. And if you listen really closely to modern hip hop and rap, you will hear a plethora of stolen drum tracks and seemingly groundbreaking synth manipulations that, unfortunately, were ALL done YEARS ago. Just most humans didn't know. Or didn't WANT to know. The scene had a lot of really good bands that created this dark and violent energy, that held on to it's humanity, in all of it's dark and loathsome forms. While at this time, Metal was dealing with the anger, Industrial was dealing with the HORROR, something even anger can't outwit sometimes. However, while metal eventually flourished, Industrial came, and it went very quickly as technology got more accessible and production values got better and better and the "masses" got more and more desensitized to the ugly and music got less and less "pure".
Well, Tempest (and the Diaspora) have managed to not only capture that purity and make it come roaring back to life with all the power of a long forgotten Sewer God, it lacks every ounce of pretentiousness that most bands that have attempted to create this music in the past 15 years or so fall victim to. It is one thing to emulate; knowing a little more about Tempest than most, I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that not only can he truthfully play with this energy...he IS this energy. The rawness of this record is truly scathing, but it retains an honesty and emotional accessibility that most electronic "metal" types lack. At first listen it all seems very simply arranged and harshly executed. But after listening to each track multiple times, you start to hear the VERY complicated architecture and the massive amount of soul, albeit a tad more blackened than most, that was put into every single note. Every single chord. Every single belching scream for revenge and redemption. This release is both a "cruising waaay tooo faaaast down a dark country highway" record and a "Pink Floydian" sitting and experience type release. Depending on where you are in your emotional development, it will touch you in ways you haven't been in awhile, or never were before.
What's truly fun about this release is that despite it's very complicated message and portrayal, it's just plain fun! My first listen I started to recall all the smells and sounds of the 90s industrial club scene. The incense...the sweat and makeup. The hiding in plain sight. The lies and the all-to-unbelievable truths. This record is nothing short of genius to those that lived through that scene, and that still love that music today in all it's forms. And to those that are looking for an honest kick to the face, followed by a sweet kiss to the forehead...it's a brand new take on an ancient art form.
You will not regret buying this record.