But partly, it was because the flaws in their first album simply began to outweigh the remarkable strengths, making me suspect that in falling in love with it I had been seeing only the peaks, when around those peaks were mediocre troughs. or even nu scenes to give them credibility in this kind of environment, and it makes them sound dated to an extent. The vocals are far too yelping, far too perilously close to the alt. Partly this was because elements of their sound just don’t wash when you listen to them from a more authentically metal perspective. It combined the angularly technical and furiously unpredictable approach of those geeky American bands, but was filled-to-bursting with bouncing melodies and, even better, multilayered, rapidfire guitar harmonies blossoming around neckbreaking riffs.Īs I went “forward to basics”, posting more on, and discovering what I had been missing in the Church of Real Metal, Sikth went out of favour somewhat. For me, at the time, Wait For Something Wild was utterly staggering. At the time of their first release, which was eventually reviewed and received an 85 on this site, I was trying to be a jazz musician full-time, and (pretentiously) only really interested in the “challenging” end of metal where it overlapped into the mathcore scene with bands such as The Dillinger Escape Plan. Half the audience walked out during their opening set, clearly unable to recognise that what makes Django special, obscure and quirky music underlined by an obvious sense of humour and search for catchiness amidst the experimentation, are the exact reasons they were such an appropriate choice. I have very fond memories of seeing them as handpicked support for the ultra-avant-garde British jazz musician, Django Bates. It was a shame, partly because I wanted to hear more from them, but also because the two albums they left us with revealed an amazing potential that with hindsight was probably never really fulfilled. The simpler but more effective style of _Death Of A Dead Day _shows that these Brits are ready to hit the big time.Sikth fell apart last year after only two full-length releases. Thus far, the obvious genius of SikTh has borne fruit that has been both ridiculous and amazing in equal measure. The haunting, mournful ‘In This Light’ _politely declines the obvious option of exploding into a massive wall of sound in favour of a colossal chorus which follows through to the end meanwhile, the exceptionally massive-sounding _‘Where Do We Fall’ has delightfully radio-friendly tinges of country and grunge mixed in with its nu-metal overtones. Considering these reference points, it’s no surprise that the US market has been put in charge of selling these Watford natives to the world.Ī new side can be seen with SikTh’s version of AOR stadium music with slower, more expansive numbers. This new characteristic found in DOADD _sees the band come across like a heady America-friendly mix of Dillinger Escape Plan’s feather-fingered guitar contorting melded with Korn’s manipulated rhythms, thundering through the bizarre nuances of System of a Down, especially during the rumbling climax of _‘Part Of Your Friction’. Though their trademark abstract melodies, frequent time and genre changes are still more than apparent in songs like ‘Sanguine Seas of Bigotry’, there is a definite shift with this record towards a more straightforward experi-metal style. The artistic, experimental, near self-indulgent style of their debut was a massive feature and is thankfully slightly subdued here, as the sextet seems to attempt a more commercial, or at least more accessible, attempt. This feature is noticeable immediately as the two vocalists, so different in style, screech and stutter then yell and croon over and through each other alongside disgustingly complicated guitar lines in opening track ‘Bland Street Bloom’. Many bands struggle with two singers but Mikee Goodman and Justin Hill have always been deployed equally and have complemented and duelled with each other so perfectly over the past few years. While *SikTh *have returned with the same, often overbearing technical proficiency, with _Death Of A Dead Day _they have created an album that you might actually feel comfortable listening to. Following 2003’s magical display of mathcore complexity, The Trees Are Dead And Dried Out, Wait For Something Wild, was always going to be tough.
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