Review Summary: saddle up.
I never thought coming into the mid year of 2010 I’d be hit with such an inaccessible album, blending unlovely amounts of noise with screamo, heavy requests of shoegaze, and even throw in a little punk and you’ve got yourself the The Men’s Immaculada
. Each song begs to be ignored within the opening seconds; inaudible screams litter across distorted feedback with little hints of a clever rhythm section. Take Grave Desecration
for example which has so many elements riding with it you could throw a dart at a genre board and come away a winner. The band know how to work their blending of styles with sexy transitions that seamlessly weave their way in-between tracks, like the acoustic outro that graces the end of the aforementioned song; it’s a curve ball thrown at the listener after the two minute tirade that precedes it, still the moment has never felt so perfect.
is thick and hesitant as it tests you to make your way through its slow progression of riffs hidden behind more feedback and even some discontinuous ambiance. With a western hinge it swings in and out of the mind with its subtle nuances. As if that wasn’t enough of course, the band put together a rugged harmony on Lazarus
that completely shifts the direction the disc seemed
to be headed toward. Riding on copious amounts of Bad Religion
love the album closes out with a tug of war between post-punk and styling’s for the hardcore aficionados. The album obviously doesn’t need nor want our love, but it’s so hard when they create a closer as grand as the title track and its hidden gem towards the end.