Review Summary: one beautiful wreck of music.
“We all need closure” is the defining statement resting on the four piece Harbours myspace page. A statement that resounds to anyone who beyond musical proficiency, monetary gains, and billboard debuts can attest to because elicits one impact: emotion. Can there honestly ever be too much emotion within one song let alone an album? I like to think not but with Harbours debut EP I come to the realization that there may be a maximum. Certainly this sounds ludicrous on paper but on wax its meaning is crystal clear. Harbours are pissed and they’re expression placed throughout four songs justifies this. Take the blight that encompasses City of Caterpillar
mix that with the aggression of Pg. 99
and you have yourself the best EP of the year.
Clocking in at just over eight minutes the EP is short and anything but sweet. So unknown the band is that I doubled their last.fm plays within two days, and quite the folly it is to understand this as Harbours deserve all the support they can get to further their career. Blood stain tracks riot intimacy that most hardcore bands would die for. Succumb yourself to the devilish bass over distortion that introduces the band; its bleakness surfaces an atmosphere of disdain and hollow empathy. Being the longest track of the four “Trenches” is still too short for its own good and leaves you wanting only more. Driven by dissonance and vengeful vocals its mission to unsettle the heart is accomplished tenfold.
From “Daggers” to “J. Smith” the frenzy is unleashed; speed rhythms, somber riffs, and sporadic breakdowns all have their place but never outweigh the message. That message is not clearly interpreted but it only adds to the emotion. Though not as ambiguous as say ( )
the force to pick your own emotion is not placed, rather hop on the band wagon and ride the this mind fu
ck and a half and whatever happens, happens. You’re given no breaks as deceiving as “December” might seem with its Defeater interpretations; this can’t be allowed since the momentum would be disturbed and the recognition of maximum emotion would be missed.
Emotional music has certainly never sounded so beautiful and precise before. The fact that this album is eight minutes long reiterates two things. The first being that they have a point to drive home, and they’re not going to waste their time beating around the bush and dragging out unnecessary twelve minute epics; a sometimes harboring problem plaguing many of their skramz contemporaries.. The second, to leave you wanting more and by the time “J. Smith” finishes its 1:55 length you’ll find yourself restarting the experience just as soon as you began it.
myspace link (with free album download): http://www.myspace.com/harbourshc