Luke-warm water music
Terror is an LA-based hardcore band that was formed in 2003, releasing 2 well received records in their birth, and going on to make a handful of records that, well, don’t live up to the “code.”
“The Twenty Fifth Hour” is Terror’s eighth studio album, and it seems the same recipe that garnered them praise and attention in the first place, is still being used, with the same old pots and pans, and making the same old meal.
The album starts with the song “The 25th Hour,” an intro, hype-up, song that sets the dim lit stage for the rest of the album. On this album you’ll hear thudding bass, metallic guitars, temperate drumming. And above it all is Scott Vogel, the vocalist. The second track “No Time for Fools,” is when the album starts its downfall (quick, I know). With lyrics “I ain’t got no time for fools” repeated several times within the refrain of the song, what can often be passion, comes off as a gimmick. Gang vocals are often punched in during particularly goofy times that also fall short 90-percent of the time.
With the longest song on this album clocking in at 2:28, it’s a record that tries to fit in 14 tracks of problems with the scene, fools, the hardcore society, the back-stabbing people, and mental struggles within oneself. The lyrics are stretched so thin across 14 separate songs that depth is out of the question lyrically.
I am forgetting to mention the largest part of this album, but don’t worry I saved the best for last. The “breakdown” is downright abused on this record. Known for being loved by guys who love to mosh, Terror isn’t above laying down a thick slab of riff once in a while. But the album is just one breakdown mixed with a fast circle pit part, then back to a breakdown. Add in some gang vocals, and you have your record.
This album is kind of like when you take a sip of zero-calorie, diet soda. You already sort of know what it’s going to taste like, but you still drink it for some reason, and it tastes like nothing at all. This album is kind of like the English assignment that forced you to read some 18th century poet and you keep reading the same paragraph over and over because nothing is sticking.
At the end of the day people will still love Terror for the lack of depth, and for the mindless breakdown parts that they can get drunk and push their friends around during. Just as people will still love Waka Flaka Flame for the same thing, and just the same as some people like The Dave Matthews Band, people will listen to what they want to listen to.
by Andy Wilcox (@wilco204)