The radio frequencies filter through the speakers, trying to pick up a strong signal. White noise interspersed with sounds, warmly familiar yet distant before settling on a raging scream of ‘You fucking parasite’. It’s Bullet For My Valentine’s seventh album and this ain’t pretty Top 40 shit.
Opening track Parasite sets a trend throughout the self titled album. It’s aggressive, it’s confronting and displays every inch of the bands musical repertoire. It’s fast and furious without the over elaborate car chases. Just full pedal to the floor metal.
While Matt Tuck’s melodic sensibilities are on display throughout – as are a number of the time honoured anthem choruses – it’s the middle finger fuck you intensity that stands out.
As Knives starts with the call of ‘Let the madness begin’ there is evidently a point to prove. While the last couple of albums displayed what great song writers they were, factions felt they had lost of touch of heaviness. Not here though as two tracks in, and a breakdown that elicits a stank face moment, the heat is volcanic.
Speaking of heaviness that will take over your body movements, Shatter is nothing short of crushing. A groove that slips through the song before powerfully rising and when it drops, it’s orgasmic.
While BFMV themselves have highlighted how intense their new album is it doesn’t mean it’s ten tracks of brutality. My Reverie has the clean vocals and slower verses one expects from the band while drenched in a sinister grinding riff underpinning Michael ‘Padge’ Paget electrifying guitar solo.
Tracks like Can’t Escape The Waves and Death By A Thousand Cuts still display that touch of sensitivity the band have always had in their music. Tucks lyrical content perfectly matching the pain in his vocals before presenting those choruses we all love.
This is BFMV putting all their cards on the table. It’s still has melodies and songs you can sing too. It also has bone breaking, moshing heaviness. It’s a two fingered metal salute to the world and I’m all for it.
It’s an album of displacement, being lost, of despair and anger. BFMV execute those feelings to perfection. It’s a jaw dropping, open mouthed return to form. Turn it up loud!
Album Review By Iain McCallum