Never mind
System of a Down's irresistibly quirky
Serj Tankian. If any
heavy metal musician were picked to represent the musically adept but incurably goofy spirit of
Frank Zappa, it would probably be gifted lunatic
Devin Townsend, whose prolific and eclectic output -- not to mention blackened sense of humor -- over the course of a steadily lengthening career continues to amaze and confuse in equal quantities. Through those years,
Strapping Young Lad, while ostensibly a "group," has served as the most common laboratory for
Townsend's wacky solo experiments, but word is, studio album number four, 2005's fittingly named
Alien, is their first true band effort. This is somewhat rather hard to ascertain, but there's no disputing the additional claim about the album constituting an exercise in catharsis, nor the fact that few bands choose song titles as descriptive of their contents as
SYL. To wit,
"Imperial" comprises
Scandinavian-flavored black metal of earth-scorching intensity, the nearly unpronounceable
"Skeksis" contains a suitably schizophrenic and disorienting
art rock-
metal cacophony, and
"Shitstorm" offers, well, a sh*tstorm of unprecedented madness, rife with giggle-inducing lyrics and a
children's choir all crammed inside. Moving right along, lest we be overcome by the oncoming rush,
"Love?" delivers intentionally dumb lyrics via chorused harmonies (think
King's X from hell),
"Shine" channels
Fear Factory's nightmarish
industrial metal (and explains bassist
Byron Stroud's parallel work with that group), the blazing hilarity of
"We Ride" thrashes itself into an absolute froth, the riffs of
"Possessions" groove like they were played by
Dimebag Darrell, and the impossibly gentle
"Two Weeks" finally forces the collapse of the entire record, which implodes into its own black hole, taking along with it the plaintive acoustic guitar and whispering sweetness. This is but a brief reprieve, however, as the obscurely named
"Thalamus" racks up the volume while introducing the first widespread use of melodic keyboards thus far, the unforgiving
"Zen" finally bucks tradition by being anything but, and, in what may constitute the album's only unpardonable fumble, the ironically named
"Infodump" is just that: a 12-minute reservoir for mostly useless feedback and static noises. At least if one has made it this far it's become easier to accept those statements about a "band effort," what with former
Front Line Assembly guitarist
Jed Simon and the aforementioned
Stroud lending
industrial cred while matching
Townsend's guitar flurries throughout, and drumming monolith
Gene Hoglan making all the stylistic variations seem absolutely effortless, as usual. Which is to say that
Alien is a reliably varied and strange outing for
Strapping Young Lad, but its uniquely violent methods may leave fans of the group's kookier side(s) just a little disappointed. ~ Eduardo Rivadavia
