Album Review: Spirytus

Posted on 28 April 2010
By Danny Keightley
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Let’s revisit the nu metal era quite briefly for a second; I know there are a lot of you that probably still listen to Pre-Minutes To Midnight Linkin Park, and Limp Bizkit’s Rollin’ with nostaligia suffusing throughout your body; the urge to kick teeth in re-emerging with a need to jump da fuck up and mosh.

To give you a brief summary of what the Nottingham metallers 7 song E.P sounds like, it’s very much like a mutated offspring of every goddamned nu-metal band that surfaced 10 fucking years ago, except with better production, and a loudmouthed vocalist who’s fortunately not dressed in a trackie and red cap.

Unfortunately there’s some great grooves, some thunderous riffs, and techincal funk bass work but it’s laced with cliched lyrics delivered from a schizophrenic frontman who screams, shouts, sings and croons; never really deciding whether to sound like Chad Kroeger from Nickelback or Cristian Machado from Ill Nino. Unable to develop enough character to make him a likeable frontman, it’s just annoying.

Considering Fred Durst has taken Spirytus under his wing after inviting the vocalist on stage to perform with the Bizkit at their 2009 Download gig; their immediate influence is soaked throughout the album — vocally and instrumentally.

It’s a shame because the production is rich with bottom end, the riffs are there, the pace is consistent but we’d rather fill our ears with the ‘classic’ acts of nu-metal instead of a group who’ve crafted a Frankenstein’s monster of a record a few years too late.