ALBUM: Bury Your Dead – Mosh ‘N’ Roll

Release Date: August 2nd, 2011
Label: Mediaskare Records
Website: None available
MySpace: www.myspace.com/buryyourdead

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Bury Your Dead are back with another album of chug-chugging and beatdowns. Sixth offering ‘Mosh ‘N’ Roll’ heralds the return of original vocalist Mat Bruso after a two album absence, and as result means a return to their earlier sound like in 2004’s ‘Cover Your Tracks’. It’s brought about the awkward situation where replacement vocalist Myke Terry was effectively asked to leave, despite having done nothing really wrong. Sucks to be him then I guess.

‘Mosh ‘N’ Roll’ is the sort of album that could actually be written by a 3-year old if they weren’t vomiting all over the place and weren’t more into Thomas the Tank Engine than Tom G. Warrior. The formula essentially consists of open palm mutes in a low tuning with the occasional spazzment that forms a melody. On first listen, I was pretty appalled and considered ploughing my car off a bridge as I sped down the motorway, but half an hour after it finished I found myself listening to it again. It’s the soundtrack to that feeling you get where you just want to listen to music and can’t be bothered to choose what. There are breakdowns everywhere so you don’t have to really pay attention to where you are in each song, and it’s hard to tell where one track ends and the other starts.

This album’s theme for the song titles is Kurt Vonnegut works. I’m too stupid to know who he is, but maybe it has some significance when referred to whilst listening to the album. ‘Slaughterhouse Five’ is an ominous start with an immediate breakdown leading into a breakdown followed by, you guessed it, a breakdown. ‘Nothing Is Lost Save Honor’ is another lesson in stupidity, but the groove is most definitely there and it’s a good build-up to third track, ‘Bluebeard’. I personally liked the bit with the breakdown, if you know what I mean. To a casual listener, ‘The Sirens of Titan’ will sound exactly the same as the other songs, but the final breakdown is actually pretty freaking sweet if I do say so myself.

‘Deadeye Dick’ and ‘Timequake’ are nothing special, and it’s easy to have stopped paying attention before seventh track ‘Sun Moon Star’ until the awkward moment where you hear “You’re not getting older, you’re just getting old”. Sound familiar? The Ghost Inside already have these lyrics in 2010’s ‘Chrono’, and it has much more impact in that song than in this. I’m not quite sure how Bury Your Dead have never heard TGI seeing as they’re the same genre and must have toured together at some point. Bizarre.

If you’re still listening along at this point (and at only 20 minutes into the album, if you are you either are listening, or you’ve left the album on as you go for a shit) then you’ll be treated with the better bit of the album, starting with ‘Slapstick’. ‘Mother Night’ is the best song from the album, with the lyrics “The poison apple doesn’t fall far from the fucking tree” making you want to beat up an old person or piss through your neighbour’s letterbox. ‘Jailbird’ is a satisfying final track before actual final track (if you count it) ‘Mosh ‘N’ Roll’, which has actually featured three or four times on previous albums in various guises. Still, the “Bury your fuckin’ dead!” chants are a little slower on this version and fit in excellently for a final track.

Rating this album is hard, because from a musician’s perspective it’s some of the most dumbass stuff you will ever hear. If you’re a hipster, just stay the fuck away from it because you’ll only complain about it. If however you’re a douchebag, then this is the album for you. There’s plenty of opportunities to bro-down and do bro-y things, and it will be an excellent addition to your collection of breakdown-ridden 2 minute songs. For the record, this douchebag hasn’t stopped listening to it.

Written by Martin Savage