Winds Of Plague, or “that band with the hot keyboard player that isn’t Bleeding Through” have been around for a while now. Over the 11 years that they’ve existed, they’ve gone from a band that play symphonic deathcore to… pretty much the same thing. Their sound hasn’t changed much over the three albums that they’ve slowly churned out, and sure as shit, it hasn’t changed on their fourth album.
‘Resistance’ tries ever so little in its attempts to be a memorable or ear-catching experience. Any attempts at a song breaking out into something other than mindless chugging fall flat on their faces throughout the 30-something minutes of airtime. Token opener, ‘Open The Gates Of Hell’, promises so much with a gentle melodic wind up being crushed by a metallic guitar chug, but as the tracks wind by it becomes painfully obvious that nothing is going to happen. It’s classic by-the-books metalcore dreariness, while Nick Piunno‘s left hand gathers cobwebs as he plays 0-0-0 over and over. Nick Eash‘s lead guitar work is at times promising, but it doesn’t save a needlessly loud axe section completed by Andrew Glover (bass).
You’d think that the keyboards would be more utilised seeing as it’s pretty much the main draw for Winds Of Plague, but save for a few fleeting moments it gets drowned out by the monotonous pseudo-percussional guitars. The band have recruited a new drummer for album number four in Brandon Galindo, but he’s more anonymous than the Tottenham Hotspur strike force.
The guest appearances at least provide something a little different, with Vincent Bennett (The Acacia Strain) providing vocals on the painfully ironic ‘Sewer Mouth’, Jay Pepito (Reign Supreme) popping up on ‘No Man Is My Master’, Fronz (Attila) blathering away on ‘Looking For A Better Day’, and John Mishima (ex-As Blood Runs Black) showing up for a couple of mid-album tracks.
Perhaps the main saving grace of ‘Resistance’ is that when Winds Of Plague try to play straight up hardcore, they’re not that bad at it. ‘United Through Hatred’ wouldn’t be out of place on a Hatebreed setlist, and Johnny Plague almost sounds like Jamey Jasta in places if you’re listening through a sheet of foil. There are moments throughout ‘Resistance’ that again clutch at that metallic hardcore aggression, but any potential that something may develop just ends up straight back in stupid open chord flailing.
Winds Of Plague are defying the odds by surviving this long on such a stale product, but like Miley Cyrus, they’ll need to pull something out of the bag if they’re to last.
Written by MG Savage (@MGsavagewriter)