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Band: Fall of the Albatross

Album: Entanglement EP

Genre: Progress Technical Jazz Mathcore

Members:

Harold McCummings - Guitar, Keys
Colin Ruhwedel - Guitar
Anthony Wong - Percussion
Robert Anderson - Bass
Ray Hodge – Vocals

Hometown: Queens, New York

Last year Fall of the Albatross released their stunning first EP titled Entanglement. This group is noted as combining their influences of metal, jazz, and progressive rock. With their multi-talented musicians and one-of-a-kind sound, these guys are on their way to the top!

On their facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/fallofthealbatross) they list their genre as “Progtechjazzmacore.” All I could think of how much of an understatement that is. I mean, what genre aren’t these guys? It’s incredible! If you take a look at their influences the list just keeps going.

So now to go more in depth at their sound; there isn’t one main music influence I need to cover, it’s all of them! Vocalist Hodge covers everything: variety of pitches in his cleans for a more jazz sound, high and low growls, and definitely some impressive notes this guy can hit. Anyone who’s a fan of the vocal styles of Rody Walker from Protest the Hero or Tommy Giles Roger of Between the Buried and Me, you’ll definitely love Hodge. Ruhwedel and McCummings make an excellent team with rough riffs that transcend to progressive and jazz influenced solors. McCummings also uses keys in certain parts to make their sound more eccentric. Anderson is marvelous at the bass guitar, giving certain parts of the song a more relaxed and smooth feel. And Wong keeps up their beat with several drum techniques that keep the EP going strong.

With how progressive these guys are, I’m surprised at how short their songs are. They last a standard four minutes, rather their progressive counterparts have one song that last the length of this whole EP. But nonetheless, it’s what allows them to stand out from the crowd. I also think we’re all starting to get annoyed with the whole, “this song is so incredible but what the hell I’m fifteen minutes in?” But anyway, from a harmony from Hodge mixed with a jazz-influenced guitar styling, to a progressive rock Dream Theater or Rush instrumental, to literally a breakdown you don’t expect, these guys will never bore you.

All-in-all, something fresh to add to the music scene; a band that just about anyone can enjoy and musicians that could set the ground to new trends in several different genres of music. I would love to see them live! Maybe tour alongside Between the Buried and Me. If that won’t make body fluids pour from every opening of your body I have no idea what will.

OVERALL REVIEW: 10/10!

Fall of the Albatross, The Silver Epic, Tompkins Square Park

A face lost on all its directions.
Torn in half by peering into it’s center,
a new creature emerges,
adorned with a culture of mixed histories,
a spectrum of intentions,
to the left it sees a past,
to the right it sees its inventions.

                     A monster.                     …..                     A severed future. 

Alien Sketch. Completed on MTA trains.

“It happened one day, at a crossroads, in the middle of a crowd, people coming and going.
I stopped, blinked: I understood nothing. Nothing, nothing about anything: I did not understand the reasons for things or for people, it was all senseless, absurd. I laughed.
What I found strange at the time was that I had never realized before; that up until then I had accepted everything: traffic lights, cars, posters, uniforms, monuments, things completely detached from any sense of the world, accepted them as if there were some necessity, some chain of cause and effect that bound them together.
Then my laugh died. I blushed, ashamed. I waved to get people’s attention. “Stop a moment!” I shouted, “there is something wrong! Everything is wrong! We are doing the absurdest things. This cannot be the right way. Where can it end?”
People stopped around me, sized me up, curious. I stood there in the middle of them, waving my arms, desparate to explain myself, to have them share the flash of insight that had suddenly enlightened me: and I said nothing. I said nothing because the moment I had raised my arms and opened my mouth, my great revelation had been as it were swallowed up again and the words had come out any old how, on impulse.
“So?” people asked, “what do you mean? Everything is in its place. All is as it should be. Everything is a result of something else. Everything fits in with everything else. We cannot see anything wrong or absurd.”
I stood there, lost, because as I saw it now everything had fallen into place again and everything seemed normal, traffic lights, monuments, uniforms, towerblocks, tramlines, begggards, processions; yet this did not calm me, it tormented me.
“I am sorry,” I said. “Perhaps it was I who was wrong. It seemd that way then. But everything is fine now. I am sorry.” And I made off amid their angry glares.
Yet, even now, every time (and it is often) that I find I do not understand something, then, instincitively, I am filled with the hope that perhaps this will be my moment again, perhaps once again I shall understand nothing, I shall grasp the other knowledge, found and lost in an instant.”

— Italo Calvino, The Flash

nerd-art synapses are dancing.

nerd-art synapses are dancing.

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