There's something about the bond between electronical and hardcore music that many have spiked an interest for over the years. From the days of Rammstein with their heavy metal hits fused with electro carnage, to more relevant acts of today like Enter Shikari and Crossfaith, belting out aggressive hardcore jams topped with slides of raging electronical funk. Hoping to follow in similar footsteps are American electronicore rockers Palisades, with their latest, self-titled record.
Opening track and lead single 'Aggression' really bridges the gap between their hardcore image and electronic presence, striking the perfect blend of both musical paths. With an intense build-up of experimental electro soothings, ‘Aggression’ soon breaks out into a monstrous hit blaring out one intensifying chugging riff that definitely gets the blood boiling.
From the very beginning we really get a clear picture of just how flexible lead singer Louis Miceli's vocal range is, transitioning effortlessly between nimble sung notes to powerful, hostile screams. However, towards the mid-section of the record Palisades seem to lack originality, generally sticking to the same general structure they have done song after song, causing for tracks to sadly gel into one big musical cluster. The band of six more than have the potential to push for more, all they need is enough fuel to take them in a more daring direction, a risk I certainly say is worth pushing for.
Track seven 'Through Hell' really sees the revival of Palisades self-titled from the depths of tediousness. Giving their hardcore roots a good kick in - the track builds with a grisly riff that sets the songs unstoppable speed, alongside some quick fire drumming and disturbing vocals that rise until explosion point. Bound to get the crowd moving in a sweaty live atmosphere, carnage should be expected if the American New Jersey boys deliver this dynamic sensation.
Apart from the few songs which hold hope for the album like: 'Aggression', 'Through Hell' and 'Cold Heart (Warm Blood)' to name a few; this eleven track long record seems to be drained of life, compassion and anything mildly out of the bands comfort zone, resulting in more than a few bland and unadventurous attempts of creating something special. What can only be described as a missed opportunity to craft material golden and rare; Palisades seemed to have taken their foot off the gas with this release, sacrificing imaginative flair for something borderline inventive.
Review by Josh Bates