Review Summary: "A signature grunt"
In these past years now, more than ever, I have found myself quite skeptical of Hardcore music, and heavy music in general. The local scene, if I may, has forsaken creativity for continuity. Furthermore, rejecting the roots of the genre for a more contemporary version, capitalizing on 16th note diminished chord breakdowns. However several bands have managed to crawl their way into my iTunes making themselves a permanent home. Enter Full of Hell
From the first play of "The Inevitable Fear..." I was attracted to the down-tempo sludgy riffs, as well as instantaneously take aback by the spazzy moments of terror and chaos the band puts forth.
Intro/Lead Tongue begins with a dark heavy riff, relying mainly on dissonance of the chords played amidst a sea of feedback. It quickly shifts over to a pageninetynine-esque fury of power chords dominated by mile-a-minuet outbursts from vocalist Dylan. the beauty of this track is very much the amount of vivid poetic lyrics hidden behind the abrasive shrieks provided at both the chaotic beginning and end of the song.
The album doesn't skip a beat quickly jumping into the track "Black Iron". It quickly opens with a mild tempo verse quickly leading up to the shout-a-long "Day in. Day out." chant. The song soon pick up tempo then drops it in favor of a grunge/crust bass line that allows drummer Dave to show off his tom work. The song then delivers its coup de grace by reiterating the "Day in..." lines punctuated by a signature grunt heard throughout the album several times.
Then, maybe the heaviest track, "Hours" come into play. It begins with a sludge influenced drone of distorted power chords that soon gain pace and become chugs of rage. However, aside from a catchy chorus, and near impeccable display of double-bass, this song may be the easiest to overlook. A seemingly basic structure of Intro-Chorus-Verse-Chorus is used and in my opinion is it's downfall.
The Album closes with the title track "The Inevitable Fear of Existence" this song, more than the rest of the album is aimed at creating an emotional sound-scape of distortion and fuzz. The vocals are reminiscent of many early screamo bands, in that they come from the head voice creating a high-pitched emotional yelp. The song bring the album to a fittingly beautiful ending. As the drums carry on at a slow pace, the guitars soon become a simple drone of noise while the lines "Nothing's better, nothing's worse, I'm finally part of apathy's curse" reverberate on.
All in all, the length of the album leaves you wanting more substance in the center. However the band capitalizes on what that do put forth, punctuating it on both ends with a very strong showing.