Melodic hardcore at the moment is a pretty American genre, what with bands like Defeater and Touché Amoré filling people’s Tumblr feeds all over the globe. It’s with surprise then that I find Weathered Hands are from Hereford, almost promoting me to chant “England!” over and over again like a football hooligan as I listened to their mouthful of an EP, ‘Of All The People That I’ve Left, Each One Has Died Of Loneliness’ for the first time.
The EP (which from this point on will be referred to as ‘OATPTILEOHDOL’) begins with the mellow guitar of ‘Captive’. Slowly as the track lures you in, it builds up with dropped back, reverb drenched vocals, the trashy overdriven guitar then makes itself present and the powerfully emotive line “How is it still dark in here?” leads to the drop where the mellow element from the band evaporates and is forgotten in the chaos of the hardcore that replaces it.
‘Captive’ is by no means an intro to the album though, and thank God it’s not called ‘Intro’, but it does introduce you to the EP and the band’s sound as a whole. The way it leads into the second track, ‘Growth Forever’, only cements this notion and by this early stage it’s too late. You’re already sucked into Weathered Hands‘ tight song writing and meaningful lyrical subject matter.
Generally, the lyrics are pretty emotional and dark which, in some ways, makes them a strange juxtaposition against the music. The musical backdrop can, at times, sound almost poppy and happy in its delivery and listening to ‘OATPTILEOHDOL’ can almost feel like being pulled in two different directions. On the band’s Facebook, they do tag themselves as emo and, without reading too much into it, you can hear certain influences and sounds from this genre creeping into Weathered Hands musical melting pot.
By no means does this take anything away from the band’s hardcore credibility though. Songs such as ‘Seven Years’ have the faster punk rhythm that makes everyone want to mindlessly run in a circle and the jarring rhythms that appear later add something interesting, if nothing else, to the breakdown-esque verses.
Weathered Hands have landed on their feet with their label for sure but they’re an authority in their own right. Their songs speak for themselves and this four track EP that finishes on the line “There is no future here” couldn’t be more of an oxymoron to what’s forthcoming for this band.
Written by Shaun Cole
Founder & Editor for DEAD PRESS!