Review Summary: Muziek verbazend
Screamo as a “scene” was at it’s highest peak during the early 2000s, which makes sense: The early 2000s were a weird time for music, and screamo is just a weird genre is general. During this time, it wouldn’t be unusual to see a band performing songs that combined alternative metal with hip hop on MTV, and in the screamo scene, bands would combine elements of melodic hardcore, emo, noise rock, post-rock, and sometimes grind to create dark and frequently dissonant music. Screamo is a genre that was essentially perfected around this time period. It was also around this time period in which the genre began to spread towards Europe.
Throughout the continent, bands influenced by the American screamo scene began to appear left and right. Italy had
Raein, who are considered by many as one of the most influential bands of the European screamo movement.
Daitro brought France to the forefront of the scene too, for they added heavy hints of post-rock to their sound.
Tristan Tzara, simply put it, melted you’re fucking face off.
Throughout their short run, lasting only about 2 or 3 years, they released one “full”-length and a seven inch EP. Both of these releases of phenomenally spastic and ear drum shattering, however I would argue that the EP,
Da Ne Zaboravis, is the superior release. Recorded mere months before the band’s break up, the seven inch is an eccentric mess of raw fury that can make your ears ring and eyes throb if you’re not careful when listening to it. Taking their influences from
Chaos Is Me-era
Orchid, while adding extra an extra shriek to their guitar tone, good old ‘Tzara throws you 7 quick, violent paroxysms at neck breaking speed.
The flow on this recording is absolutely perfect; Not a single awkward transition to be found here. The energy and passion found on this is absolutely beautiful, not a single second sounds forced or half assed in any sort of way. The way both of their vocalists screech and hiss makes it hard to distinguish them from a kettle of boiling water, and the amount of treble they put on their amp settings makes me light headed just by listening to it. When these guys wanted to insert any sort of emotion into their music, it hits you like a brick. “Tarotplane” in particular has this really nice, heartstring pulling middle section that is just as violent and destructive as it is poetic.
The only real issue with this record is predictability and lack of uniqueness. What I mean by that is that there’s not a whole lot that sets each tracks apart, thus making them feel like aural clones of each other at times, with few exceptions. Still, Tristan Tzara never set out to make their releases perfect and mind blowing. Their objective was rather blunt, but ultimately fun: Bring the rock, and that’s exactly what they did during their short lifespan as a band. Do whatever you like while listening to this: Break shit, cry, think about life, do whatever you want as long as you have the privilege of listening to this.
