To communicate in today’s chosen method, instead of reviewing the new behemoth from Metz, I could have just linked to the amazing bio Bry Webb penned and screamed, “a million times yes!”
Everything Webb wrote channels the visceral impact of these songs. The intensity, the volume, the sheer power of each impact, well Webb describes it with the words of a poet and the soul of a musician that understands the importance of combining loud riffs with lasting emotions.
But what Webb doesn’t drift into (and to be honest he didn’t need to for his mission) is the patience and subtlety the band oozes. It’s shocking that a debut LP could leave such a big mark on the state of music, but Metz understood the importance of not only finding their sound, but fine tuning their chaos and wreckage into something beautiful.
It wasn’t easy. It took four years of gigs and having complete trust in two sound enthusiasts that understand noise is more than just decibels. These things helped Metz make sure they got it right, instead of getting it right now. Make no mistake, Metz is a throwback, but not in sound. No, these three men are a reminder to a time when bands wanted to write great records and connect with fans andwarped vinyl, worn cassettes and scratched cds were the only currency that mattered.
It’s easy to start naming names when you hear these songs, but ultimately, it’s also incredibly unfair. The number of bands that pilfer from the same influences and fall short and endless - much like the number of bands hoping to cull tear-in-your-beer moments from the country greats - and without a doubt, Metz delivers. They also delivered the best Canadian record of 2012.
MP3:: Metz - Wet Blanket
MP3:: Metz - Headache