Monday, March 11, 2013

Review: Sleep Patterns - Sleep Patterns EP



Another release from 13th Floor Records, Sleep Pattern’s self-titled EP is a perfect follow-through for the label’s intent to give the best rising bands their due. Sleep Patterns hails from the always-shifting, always-shaping state of Florida, and they have a brilliant new sound that includes pieces of Converge, Coalesce, and American Nightmare, but remaining a unique and explosive debut.

I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death:

“Green Glass Door” – This opener bursts forth from the bowels of Hell, the dissonant guitars scratching and scraping the crashing cymbals, and the Coalesce-style vocals bleeding out over the structure. The perfect way to begin an album, for any album, ever.

“Avon Park” – “If you saw what we saw, you’d cover your eyes and walk away,” The vocals proclaim, clawing away at the grave they’ve been trapped in. This song riffs harder than your favorite Coalesce song, and kicks as much ass as any track on You Fail Me. I can’t shake this one off, and you won't either. 

“631 TUF” – Sleep Patterns adds a new facet to their sound with this song, which is much more reminiscent of their Give Up The Ghost influence, along with the crushing melody of their South Florida forefathers Shai Hulud and Strongarm. At 3:01, this is the longest track on the album, and definitely one of the most moving, cathartic tracks on the album. “You’ve lost your touch.”
 
“Catfish” – This song, one of my favorites, could have been recorded in the same session as Converge’s infamous Jane Doe – which, for the record, is one of the greatest hardcore albums of all time (for all you fakers out there). Taking leads from darker hardcore, metallic hardcore, and even mathcore, this song is cryptically kick-ass, and leaves you catatonic after its 1:44 of dynamite riffs and gunshot snare hits. 

“Slapshot Regatta” – “There is a man who wants to die.”  With riffs like these, riffs like Coalesce's Give Them Rope, lyrics are completely unnecessary, but they're definitely a nice touch--especially when done right. Vocalist Jon Fraser scrapes the inside of his lungs for this take, making sure that all the hatred and spite left in his guts is spewed out, left to destroy the track, which dies out with perfect feedback. 

Melding the intensity and darkness of bands like Converge and The Banner, and the technique of Coalesce, this is your new favorite album. There's groove, there's hatred, there's angst, and there's enough riffing on this album to snap your neck in two. Just let it happen.