The Dead Next Door
Artist: Spitfire
Label: Solid State Records
Length: 10 Tracks/36:16 minutes
If madness and poetry were to produce children, their children would be Spitfire. This trio from Virginia Beach doesn't sound very nice ... or do they? That's the problem with this album: just when you think you've figured out their style, the band stops and switches it up.
For the most part, The Dead Next Door is hardcore music with raging vocals, scorching guitars, and melodic bridges. I think most of the tracks are ear worthy.
Some hardcore sounds the same after about twenty minutes, but Spitfire has broken that trend. They are hungry for a sound that's unique and insanely aggressive. The music is well played, and it doesn't sound like a typical three-piece group. I know they used additional musicians on some tracks here, but for the most part it is a trio's effort. The songs range from emotional hardcore to blast beat to noisecore to music of origin unknown to man.
The lyrics are Christian, but not every song has God mentioned in it. Rather than that, they scream about life from the view of a believer. And it sounds positively intense.
I don't want to sound soft, but when the chorus from "Please Don't Go Out Tonight" came out, I felt a little touched. Amid all the chaos and screaming, a sad melody with a tinge of heartache emerges; a power ballad chorus that's sung by a true madman:
They put your hand on your eyes and told youIt was a shock. The song started off on edge, then it morphed into a different melody and groove. I think Spitfire's ability to take a song three different directions in just three minutes makes them stand out.
That you were blind,
They've turned the words of Christ against you,
I have nothing to offer but a heart that is hurting,
That's all I've got, that's all I want,
I have nothing to offer.
Most bands of this style tend to keep it a little too simple. There's even an instrumental song," All Indentured Lovables," that starts with a simple guitar melody and progresses into a sad-sounding emo melody. Then, on the next track ("At the Burgundy Room"), it's back to business as usual: screaming, loud anthems, blaring guitars … Did I mention screaming?
The last song, "DJ Jazzy Steve," is some guy screwing around with a record and making a simple song into an annoying song. It's hardly a noise track, it's just a song put on to take up space. All the other tracks I didn't name come equipped with melody, screaming, sick percussion, and noise. Lots and lots and lots of noise. Overall I think this a very scary album.
Now, I love hardcore/death/emo, but I don't like it when I can't understand at least part of a song. That was the weak link I found on this album. I know that's the style of the music; they weren't planning on the voices being crystal clear. It's hard to pronounce all your words when you're screaming your lungs out. So if you don't like being able to understand a lot of the lyrics, then this is not for you.
For most of Hardcore Land, though, this is an album to get. It's unique.
Justin W. Jones 7/14/99
