The Taste Of Silver
Narcimalion
5.4
Here’s one of those albums I signed up for, being pretty exited by initial listens, but then after literally being beaten into submission by a slew of tech/spazzy/experimental/math/grind/screamo/prog/post rock kids and their numerous albums, Narcimalion lost its gleam and thus now resides in my pile of ‘meh’ records.
Sharing the same sort of second tier post Botch/Coalesce addled tones as Verse and Radiation, Summa, Mabus, Violent Marv and such with more experimental injections of, say, Circle Takes the Square and Fear Before the March of Flames, and the occasional deathcore growl thrown in for good measure, The Taste of Silver are all over the musical map. One moment there are delicate acoustics and extended lapses of artistic clarity and experimentation (“Before”, “His Love, the Work”, “Minera Ignia”) only for things to be shattered by way of screeching, squawking chaotic moments of deathcore/grind littered, screamo cacophony (“A Wave and its Sign”, “Waking and Knowing”, “Escape Velocity”) and sometimes a mix of both (“The Carving of Galatea”, “Minera Ignia”, “Icarian Isolation”), all in 13 relatively short bursts.
The thing is, this style of discombobulated noise, littered with so called experimentation and random tangents of acoustics has just been run into the ground. Admittedly, The Taste of Silver, when delivering their several styles into one, generally acoustic injected track, are not too bad and a couple of the more introspective moments are effective (“As They Wander”), and it's those moments that got me interested in this album. But when simply falling back on their caterwauling spazz outs with Rowan’s whine/scream/shout mix-it all gets A)all to familiar and B) irritating.
The band called it quits this last June, so we won't be hearing from them again, but I’m sure yet another group of angry, artsy vegetarian intellectuals who have dabbled in punk and grindcore will step up and release another one of these albums.
