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Review Summary: Contradictions and textbook definitions. There are a large amount of misconceptions about and prejudices towards metalcore and I have to admit that I too have fallen for many of them. For example, I used to believe that in majority of cases, metalcore is merely post-hardcore elevated to metal-ish levels, but in spite of that somehow pop-ier. It’s like it was all just a flashier version of edgy teen angst. Also, although this was mostly due to my inexperienced ears, I could rarely tell metalcore and nu-metal apart. Orangeburg Massacre are in most likelihood one of the more accessible metalcore bands. In that, they are anything but accessible. It’s really just scream layered with metallic hardcore. None of that overly dramatic pop-y synth-smothered dry eyeliner, doing-drugs-because-it’s-cool, spending-all-my-earned-money-on-designer-shoes kind of metalcore. This is rusty, underground, filthy, unapologetic and evil metalcore. Paradoxically, that makes it a great album for anyone willing to start off with the genre. Its raw punky nature is ugly and dissonant and far from anything washed up that modern sterilised idea of the genre provides. However, in this also somehow lies album’s greatest failing. It is not capable to make its sound even remotely distinct. Strip away the noisy production and what you’re left with is a somewhat repetitive and formulaic bunch of songs. In theory it could serve as a blueprint for the genre, because throughout its runtime it exhausts every possibility, every move and every trick metalcore bands can and do use. But if you follow every possibility to the tee, you usually find yourself not flourishing in the skill and knowledge, but rather creating something shamelessly by-the-numbers. The only songs that don’t fall into the pit of sameness here are “Serenity Far Far Later”, because it serves as a mellow interlude in the album’s middle, and “Altruism”, which in turn just needlessly drags out its premise of a slower and doomier song. And as an album that works as an encyclopaedia of genre’s clichés, it fails to achieve anything above a mere sigh of understanding. “So now I know all there is to know about this thing. How about I try and make something creative with it now?”
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for 0GuyMan0, on his request and recommendation.
I tried, but there's just very little I could find to say about this. sorry, man.
https://plutorecords.bandcamp.com/album/moorea
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i went to high school in a town called orangeburg
not great tbh
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was it in some boring state like Ohio or Kansas?
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"None of that overly dramatic pop-y synth-smothered dry eyeliner, doing-drugs-because-it’s-cool, spending-all-my-earned-money-on-designer-shoes kind of metalcore. This is rusty, underground, filthy, unapologetic and evil metalcore."
I love these two sentences so much. Pos pos pos
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"was it in some boring state like Ohio or Kansas?"
new york, entire village is on top of a sewage plant and it gets baaaaadddd sometimes
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*Orange Burp, NY
cheers, Johnny
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review seems about right
as a metalcorehead ive checked this band out a few times hoping theyd be some tight obscureish core but theyre really quite generic
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generic is true. bryan vs darrow is a tune though
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Always felt the front half was surprisingly punishing, in a Bless-the-martyr...type of way, but I also always felt they were a lot more punk than metalcore. My perception of them is 100% clouded by their live performances, though. Absolutely crushed live performances in a way that only a select few bands were capable of. The Bryan V Darrow video hints at just how good they were.
Thanks for getting the review out!
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