Artist: Trap Them
Source: Mike McGrath Bryan
Every so often, a band comes along and grabs your reviewer with such conviction that he's shaken out of his usual state of jadedness and wired awake, awestruck at what unfolds before him sonically. It doesn't happen often these days, but when it does you can be sure this act is of seismic proportions. Trap Them are just such an outfit. Forget everything you know about metal. These guys have just redefined it...
Hailing from Salem, New Hampshire, Trap Them offer a hardcore-inflected grind with an intensity that blows all these perfectly coiffured scene kids right out of the water. Seizures in Barren Praise, the continuation of an ongoing musical concept begun in their 2007 debut, Sleepwell Deconstructor, is their clear declaration of future greatness, and a genuinely menacing piece of malevolence, executed with the precision and purpose of a contract killer.
The minute you hear Day Twenty: Flesh and Below<>Ryan McKenney's vocals come off somewhere between bewildered howl and directly threatening growl, with a vengeance not seen or heard in a long time. Day Twenty Nine: Reincarnation of Lost Lones sounds like Pantera jamming with Napalm Death in the bowels of hell. Blastbeats pepper the soundscape like machinegun bullets while chords the size of the world serve to crush the listener into submission. Day Twenty Eight: Targets lashes at the ears with all the subtlety of a kick in the teeth, beating upon your senses at feral pace.
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