Every Time I Die

Editor's Review:

It’s unlikely that there’s ever been a loftier amalgam of hardcore punk’s urgency, metal’s flinching brood, math rock’s four-eyed calculations or contemporary rock’s aimlessness as devastatingly evident as it is with Buffalo, NY’s, Every Time I Die. Theirs is a bitter pill you can’t help but swallow. Nothing makes sense, and yet everything fits together in some kind of autistic jigsaw puzzle, ready for consumption by the wandering spirit of 21st Century fun-boys and hardcore enthusiasts alike. The group’s latest release, The Big Dirty, only serves to further the band’s reputation as a schizophrenic assailant on atypical songwriting.



    The pace is set from the get go, when “No Son of Mine” blasts vocalist Keith Buckley’s first-person fiction lyricism over a contemplative and brutally heavy bed of riffs. In fact, each song’s subject matter (when you can decipher one growl from another) is taken from the point of view of the character therein, creating endearing sing-alongs and angst-heavy anthems for your respective pit. With frantic breakdowns and more time changes than a red eye flight to Paris, the tracks on The Big Dirty do run the risk of bleeding a little too easily into one another, but in the end, the album’s perverse authenticity is much too hard to ignore. There are few bands that get hardcore right these days; Every Time I Die is at the top of the list.


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Record Label Ferret Released September 2007

Tracks No Son of Mine Pigs Is Pigs Leatherneck We’rewolf Rebel Without Applause Cities and Years Rendez-Voodoo A Gentleman’s Sport INRIhab Depressionista Buffalo Gals Imitation Is the Sincerest Form of Battery

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