Day 302 – #116. Every Time I Die – The Big Dirty

Every Time I Die - The Big Dirty Album Review

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing an article about the best opening tracks from this year’s list. If I do such a thing, “No Son of Mine,” the lead track from Every Time I Die’s 2007 album The Big Dirty, would be right up there.

“No Son” sets the tone for the record: straight raunch. Big Dirty teems with an aberrant sexuality almost wholly unseen in metalcore. If Prince wrote a hardcore (the music genre, not bodily deviance) record, this would be it.

I wrote earlier this year about the time I saw ETID open for GWAR at the strangest, most Florida venue of all time: the Green Iguana Stadium. The term ‘stadium’ is more geographical than a description of the actual venue, as it was across from where the NFL’s Tampa Bay Buccaneers “team” (see: winless 2013 record) “plays” “football”.

If you’ve ever been to my fair home state, you know the plague of prototypical/shitty motels on the waterfront. Okay, imagine that, except instead of opening your door to either the Gulf or the Atlantic, you are met with tiki torches and bamboo huts, a field that once had actual grass but now has been trampled over to the point of just… dirt, and, oh yeah, a giant outdoor stage.

As I recall, the band remarked on an Instagram picture of the swimming pool inside the venue that it was like a bad 1980’s party movie waiting to happen. PS, a fog machine around poolside amped up the skeez-factor. Is there any better description you need? Other than the fact that it had very recently rained, thus making the grounds an utter disaster and resulting in literal mud slinging, drunk assholes diving (well, falling, really) into said pool, and general tomfoolery.

The point is, there’s a reason the Florida Man Twitter exists. Same with “Florida or Germany?” Why all of the nation’s crazy is dumped into its thumb/penis, I don’t know. It’s concentrated insanity there.

Anyway, the point is all that Florida weirdness was combined with ETID’s gratuitous musical filth to make for a night that was nothing short of pornographic. Big fan.

Take, for example, “We’rewolf.” Maybe I’m leaning too heavily on the band’s fabulous, 80s-themed video for the song, but I’ll be damned if that isn’t the perfect depiction of the evening’s events, and this album in general.

As always, the band manages to capture a great deal of their unmatched live show energy and bottle it into forceful, mind-numbing riffs and jams. The inclusion of Dallas Green on “INRIhab” (a title that is so good it shouldn’t even be real) is smart, too. While I’m not a City and Colour fan by any stretch of the imagination, and I grew out of Alexisonfire a long time ago, his vocals are a welcomed foil for Keith Buckley’s screaming.

The album closes on a line that surmises the band’s paradoxical mantra: It is better to destroy than to create what is meaningless, so the picture will not be finished. Good night.

From Every Time I Die’s The Big Dirty, this is the stellar opening track, “No Son of Mine” –

Standout tracks: “We’rewolf,” “INRIhab,” and “Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Battery”
Weakest track: “Depressionista”

RIYL: Skinemax.



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