Hardcore isn't something I think of when I think of Olympia music. Even long term Olympia institutions, like GAG, have their roots in something else. I find Olympia hardcore to be incredibly old-school, maybe with some outside element to bring it forward, but Blank Boys and Kill Shot sounded like they were birthed in California in the early eighties.
Burial Suit doesn't fit into this model. Their music is still undeniably formed from a serious foundation of punk rock, but in the tradition of bands like Last Lights and Gallows, there's some palpable noise influence, and the metallic edge is gleaming for all to see.
This demo is a breath of fresh air, not just for Olympia, but for the world of hardcore at large. Kicking off with a discordant, watery ambiance piece may be an over-done approach, but showing their ability to keep it down and build mood while approaching the inevitable slowdown and feedback ring-out, really grabbed me. Doing a musical intro on a demo might seem like a risky endeavor. I personally think it conjured ideas of the future. It really showcases the band's ability to create a scene, musically. Engaging the listener. Perhaps they could even employ this tactic and give us an album that flows better than something by Pink Floyd or Nine Inch Nails; gods of the concept album.
The first actual song on this demo is a the break-neck, "Broken." It's short and brutal. The drums are demanding. The guitars blast through, with punk-like simplicity, and metal-like precision. Chanting back-ups once again stir thoughts of classic punk in cramped back rooms, while the powerful growls of the leader hearken to a simpler time of brutal death metal. It reminds me of Trash Talk in that way.
The second actual song starts out like something from Comeback Kid, but the second you hear the vocals it loses that. There's no whiny kid leading this outfit. The guy who's in charge here sounds like he ate that guy from CBK for breakfast. The conviction from the entire band really make this track stand out. There are some amazing starts and stops. Most of all, the lyrical content of, "Salesman! Bastard Salesman!' is really relatable. Who hasn't felt like screaming for hours on end after an annoying run-in with some douche at a Verizon Counter? ...or even worse, a car lot? This track really demonstrates the versatility these guys can bring to one song. Just how variable their sound is. How quickly they can glide through that shit.
The last track has a melancholy guitar intro that breeds a feeling of loneliness, then blows straight into intense blast beats. It's fucking unsettling... Then comes the noise break. I think you get where I'm going. It's another master piece hidden right in plain sight.
The demo as a whole is very minor key, dark, diverse, tight as a drum, fast as fuck, and full of the kind of power that could put these guys on the circuit with some of the biggest names in the industry. If you missed them at Bleak Outlook, you'll have to start stalking their Facebook. These guys aren't slated to play Capital City Punk and Core Fest, or Rain Fest. Which was a mistake by the bookers in both cases.
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