Change, in the long run, doesn't do me any good. I realized it the second my hard drive vomited some of the latest drum and bass and trance compilations all over my face. I liked that music just a year ago. And some of it, I still do. But there'll always be a point in life when from all the ridiculously complicated food, a spaghetti with grated edam cheese and ketchup- something I adored as a kid- lever out. That's when you realize the difference. Between learned and born with. Between religion and belief. Between brain and heart. It's no-return-booked back to basics as the year kicks off. And I'm not the only one as it seems.
Fear Factory - Mechanize [Candlelight] [2010]
what's hit?
Nostalgic values aside, it's kinda hard to remain all quiet and frosty when during the depressing rule of something (inappropriately) named "rhythm and blues" and pathetic or even more pathetic talent show excrements, your desperate search hits "Fear Factory are back". Yes. After could-have-been-something-else 'Obsolete', some doubtfully-motivated bits afterwards and 2002's disband, they are indeed back. Like you probably never heard them before. There are no doubts once 'Mechanize' gets into the firing position. And when I say "firing", I'm not entirely sure about it because on drums, ladies and gentlemen, an unearthly injection of liquid insanity into all the biomechanical mesh, Mr. Eugene Victor Hoglan II whom some might recognize as the drumming divinity behind Strapping Young Lad's masterpiece 'City' or gentle songs of love recorded for the series, 'Metalocalypse'. Although I'd still go for Danny Carey whenever prodded, the following few seconds will always start with one brooding "or". But, funny thing, it's not just Gene's drumstick daredevilry that seem to fuel the drive of the "new" Fear Factory. The band's energy has been restored to levels that will have you await your mp3 buzzbox disappear in Tesla-lighting just before it explodes in billions of quarks. It's hard to say which track will cause such reaction, it'll probably be different at random every time. This album is not a cataclysmic comeback. This album is cataclysmic full stop.
what's shit?
Somewhere circa around track 2, you'll probably start to think of a way to have Byron Strout hit your axons, Dino Cazares strum your dendrites and Gene Hoglan kick you eardrums directly, bypassing the earphones altogether. Odds are, you'll never manage to achieve that. Although, one never knows.
what's it?
Without being louder-than-healthy about it, Fear Factory have prepared a nuclear bomb of the very mass-dissolving and time continuum-decomposing power. No, it's no staging excercise, no drill, it's the real thing. From the industry of opening seconds of the tile 'Mechanize' that leave you without a doubt on who produced the work, until the inevitable cool down of the farewell in 'Final Exit', the unrestrained elements of lightning-speed virtuosity soldered by Burton C. Bell's more potent than ever voice, your mind will taste cold-steel cyborg perfection. You can't win one's heart with an uninviting frost of mathematics. Unless you learn to use it properly. Only then, you grasp the key to 'Mechanize'. The human, machines of hate!
SCORE: 10/10
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