Review Summary: Come come kitty kitty, you’re so shitty shitty, please go kitty kitty, get the hell away from me
Once in a blue moon, bands come along with a bold new idea for a genre; amalgamating styles that people wouldn’t have considered to be even remotely possible. Expectations are naturally polarizing, with endearing support and rabid opposition. With a band name intended to cause controversy and album covers that exemplify the random and quirky nature of internet subculture, it was rather clear that the public opinion would be negative right off the bat. So with the weight of being one of the determining factors in the overall reputation of the genre in question “Digigrind”, what does Hello Kitty Suicide Club bring to the table? Well-
Fuck.
Let’s st- you know what, fuck it. This review is going to be as blatant and as edgy as the very ethereal existence of this load of garage band produced garbage. You have two types of songs on here, songs utilizing pseudo-electronic elements with a very poorly implemented Nintendo influence, and pseudo-grind instrumentals that are not only poor in variation, but also poor in composition. The production quality is roughly equivalent to the cleanliness of the surgical quality in The Human Centipede. Tracks such as “Paris Hilton Jihad” and “Charizard Uses Flamethrower up Blastoise’s Vagina” are examples of the very ear gouging nature of this album, a very poorly produced grind / electronic mix that literally reeks of Mac book Speaker Syndrome permeates your ears, there’s no bass to speak of, you can barely make out the guitars as actual guitars, and the overall blend is so screechy even Skrillex wouldn’t bother sampling some of the sections as the sounds for his signature voices before drops.
The vocals are reminiscent of Jacob Bannon (Converge) and Se7en (brokeNCYDE) if they had a magical baby that then took copious amounts of salvia and proceeded to record audio logs of Jeff x Slenderman fanfiction in harsh vocal form; in other words, they make Dot Dot Curve’s harsh vocals sound like Frank Sinatra. They’re so poorly produced that you can’t tell if any production has even been done, rumor has it that the vocals were recorded with a guitar hero microphone, and that’s an insult to the crafting quality of those mediocre devices.
In short, there’s not much else to say about this album because there isn’t much to this album other than what I’ve said up there. Digigrind is one genre that I’ll approach with more caution the next time around, all thanks to a band that literally made me twitch when first heard the vocal performance.
