Quake the Earth - We Choose to Walk This Path (Inverse Records)

Like hardcore? Like metal? Why not mix the two?! Give this a whirl and tell me it isn't fun...
Release Date: 
23 Nov 2012 (All day)

Metal is always expanding. It’s very hard these days to find something that has never been done before (Design the Skyline – fuck that band) so what is there to do? Well, what’s wrong with not being innovative, and doing what’s already been done before, but doing it better than the hundreds of other bands who did the same thing? That’s what Quake the Earth have done, and they’ve done it fucking well.

Opening with The Predator, and one of the most hauntingly eerie riffs to come out this year, the album is pretty much a non-stop slug of hardcore-metal fury slammed out in just over half an hour. We Own The Streets is a non-relenting slab of riffs and brutal screaming; The Unknown is a little slower, but the main riff is a tirade of bouncy aggression, and a song that is likely to get heads banging the world over. Finger on the Trigger could almost be called death metal, that is until the shouty, punchy vocals come storming in over the heavy as fuck riff. The title track proves right from the get-go why this was chosen to bear that title – if there had to be one song to release as a single from the album it would have to be that, hands down. Not only is there the unique sound of heaviness that we have come to know and love by this point, but there is a wonderful clean vocal section which blends seamlessly into a raging throw-down.

With it’s almost Machine Head-esque opening riff, From This Day to Last is one of the quintessential circle pit anthems. We are the Enemy sees Quake the Earth take a slightly different turn; the intro is a clean guitar riff, overlayed with a beautifully distorted lead guitar and spoken word vocals. Instead of breaking into a ridiculous beatdown, as one would expect, it goes even more melodic with a soaring guitar solo. This, however, leads straight into Brand New Day which is a thrash rager and no mistake.

There Mofos gradually builds up into a hardcore-tinged metal extravaganza, whereas No Man is Bigger Than a Bodybag is a delightful return to the sound of the earlier parts of the album – an unrelenting, chaotic, screamy, pile of brutal noise. By the time the last few notes of final rager Crusader fade out, there is no doubt that you have just borne witness to one of the most important albums in the hardcore/metal cross-genre.