The fact that no other writer asked for this from our reviews list really did not surprise me. The Spindle Sect originally came from South Africa but have now relocated to London. Thankfully they do not appear to have brought any vuvuzelas with them but many will find their music equally as irritating. Whilst we wait with fingers crossed that before long metalcore and deathcore may finally become an extinct embarrassment from the past we can at least be relieved that things like nu-rap metal are long since a piece of historical shame; well they were before I played this 6 track MCD. To be fair it could be a lot worse, this is no laughable slice of juggalo hell and we are still chuckling our collective heads off at their last single. Luckily I had a certain affinity to the likes of The Cube and The T as well as the Clan and The Diggaz and I am not totally anti metal mixed up with rap like elements, indeed I occasionally am happy to drag out Necro and give a disc a spin, so I was by default up for the challenge.
Proving it’s not just black metal bands that come up with daft names we have The SciFientist and Snake Pliskin up among the ranks of this lot and they kick this off with some spacey electronica before ‘Numnimah’ raps in properly. The music that they describe as sounding like “nothing you have heard before’ on their Myspace is exactly that. The somewhat annoying chorus should have you singing along, it goes something like this “numniminnynumnimminynumnumnimminynumbadambadum” or thereabouts. It could be worse, it could be Fred Durst singing along to One Minute Silence but then again it is pretty fucking annoying no matter what good intentions I have with this review. ‘Tapestry’ continues with the discovery of a rhyming couplet that can be thrown at you ad nausea along with chugging guitars and Street Sounds retro keyboards. If I really wanted to go back to the past I have to admit it would be Credit To The Nation, Gunshot or Delinquent Habits that I blew the dust off rather than this, which having played three times for review purposes today has gone beyond any bounds of acceptability.
‘Sunscreen’ is a lot better, it’s a darker song and really moody, it throws a bit of dubby electronics into things which cascade and roll around like a marble over corrugated iron and then booms into a powerfully charged chorus with a real metalized guitar attack. If the whole EP was of this quality I may actually be sold. Daft song title award goes to ‘Attack Of The Quark Rebels’ and this quark does have a certain amount of strangeness and charm (sorry for that) and again it’s not the worst example of its kind. ‘Hurt Dance’ is however another annoying number and hits stereotypes galore as it busts moves on a basketball court with caps worn back to front.
All in all this is a real lost folly and it seems that even the label are trying to distance themselves from what it really is with their site stating “For fans of., Nine Inch Nails, Ministry, Marylin (sic) Manson,” which it certainly is not even remotely. By the time the last song ‘Core’ one of the most annoying here finishes I can at least breathe a sigh of relief that this is not a full album and I can throw it at the next wanna be gangster I walk past in da hood.
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