Armed for Apocalypse – The Earth Is Breathing Beneath Me


With a name like Armed for Apocalypse, you know this Californian quartet will be intense. Now on album number four, they signed with Church Road Records for their first LP in four years, and there are no signs the angst will disappear with age. The Earth Is Breathing Beneath Me is a ferocious statement.

The aggression levels are as high as the guitar tunings are low in opener, ‘Drown’. Can you feel your neck veins bulging and your shoulders tightening as the screamed vocals sizzle underneath half-timing drums and Will Haven-esque riffing? The faster parts find it harder to get into third gear, but that’s because the amp distortion is so thick and the strings of each instrument so slack. Do not play this song if you’re looking at your rifle cabinet after a bad day at work. By contrast, the chunky slabs of palm-muted violence in ‘Ashes of the Night’ might rouse you into positive action. Feeling sluggish, lacking confidence? Let this song give you a testosterone injection.

It doesn’t even occur to this band to operate beyond the low-end frequencies, and why should they when that’s where the pain is? Is this hardcore for a sludge metal audience or sludge metal for the hardcore brethren? Drummer, Nick Harris, treats ‘Spellbound’ like an audition for the next Terror album. Vocalist, Nate Burman, seems determined to get an appointment with a laryngologist given the abuse he puts himself through here. You could probably take to the stage half-drunk for music like this, and perhaps that’s how it should be played. It’s miserable yet invincible at the same time. Main axeman, Cayle Hunter (ex-Will Haven), can swing his heads and chug on the bottom two strings of his instrument without a care in the world. A guitar solo would be offensive.

Only at track five (see ‘Beyond the Mirage’), do they offer any respite, and even this is a swamp of doodling guitars trapped in pessimism. Yet it’s liberating to dwell in morbid thoughts when you know that nothing matters anymore. Who cares if you live or die tomorrow? The drummer’s expert use of the double-kick pedal suggests there might be some energy to face the next day.

But this unease is what makes side B a tougher slog. There’s nothing but dismay when you know it’s impossible to escape your mental prison. ‘Immortal’ and ‘Bathed in a Tepid Pool of My Own Filth’ are as painful as their song titles. The hardcore thrust of ‘Lost Without a Light’ is a welcome relief from the torment. ‘Keep up Appearances’ is memorable for its menacing bassline and death metal backing vocals. Maybe the next Triptykon record might sound like this if it ever materialises. They almost threaten a breakdown riff at 01:23 if you could call the morbid groove enlivening enough to demand a reaction from the pit. The dissonant wash of ‘Lurk’ might even qualify as black metal when you assess the power of the blast beats and the misanthropic pain of the music.

Fortunately, the closing title-track is the one time where Armed for Apocalypse dare to use the mid-range of their guitars to search for melody, and it feels like a return to the alternative rock saturation of the late 90s, yet it’s anything but sterile. Listen how Nate Burman’s mental breakdown has more room to express itself outside the hyper aggression of the previous ten tracks. The transition to a sludgy beatdown hardcore at 02:28 will leave you winded but thankful you’re still alive.

Kirk Houghton


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