Review Summary: Feels too much, thinks too little.4 of 4 thought this review was well written
Perhaps the most beautiful thing about screamo music is how fragile it is. When a band can display their inner feelings in such a vulnerable fashion without shoving them down your throat with the force of a shotgun blast, they're doing it right. That's why it's oh so noticeable when bands are doing it wrong.
Noisy Sins of the Insect was a short lived Turkish screamo outfit, only lasting about three years as a band. The members broke off into several other associated acts and established a tightly knit band of brothers through screamo around Turkish cities. (When was the last time you got news of that
happening in Turkey?). However, the music that eventually made them so well known in Turkey's underground scene is neither all that adventurous or interesting. It relies on such a crushing sense of emotion that can become over-indulgent to say the least. The lyrics are not all that intelligible (and I can't find them anywhere on the Internet), but they seem to be mostly in my native tongue of English. All poor translation aside, they rely mostly on such intense soul wrenching that it has a reverse effect on the music, setting it back a few paces when it could be pushing it further.
Noisy Sins' vocalist, Alper, has a shriek akin to that of Orchid's Jayson Green, and the rest of the band holds a sound not too far from City of Caterpillar; it drifts in and out of post-rock flavored melodies but always has a dark and heavy undercurrent that cannot be ignored. Nothing much more is at hand, really. It's music that any screamo fan has probably stumbled across a myriad of different times and it has been done so much better. Songs like There Won't Be a "My Life"
and The Place In the Hope
start with brooding melodies and combine some great ideas, but everything seems covered in an extra helping of despair that detracts from the entire experience. Life On the Pills
exemplifies a common mistake throughout the album of mashing together just plain awkward elements. Starting out with a thundering drum beat and a wonky guitar rhythm, nothing really works here, and just like many of the other songs on the album, it ends far too soon to have any profound effect on the listener. Two tracks in the album's midsection, Cursed Day
, respectively, offer a very generic but ultimately enjoyable side of the band. With sudden builds and climaxes in the sound and the height of drummer Ercan's abilities at the forefront, the songs don't do much wrong. It's a shame that the album before and after this point is entirely disposable.
Instrumentally, the band doesn't fall short as much as they lack to impress or surprise in the slightest. This recurs to the point of pure frustration. The instrumental track, Dennis, I've Got New Shoes
, may elicit a lazy head-bob from the listener due to its punchy snare and driving melodies, but it's a meandering track overall. Even when the band is stripped down to their core, not much is to be seen.
Noisy Sins of the Insect does absolutely nothing to break boundaries here, which makes this not only a lackluster album, but a fairly poor made one as well. The pacing is clunky, the feeling is too intense, and the music is pretty boring. Though they did give light to an interesting side of music in their home country, the feeling did not translate well to my American ears. Not only had I heard it all before, I also felt like I was being bombarded with too much sorrow and anguish in such a short amount of time, and not in a cathartic way.
I gotta get this shotgun wound in my throat checked out.