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Daughters
Canada Songs
Robotic Empire Records

Rating: NR/10 ?


October 1, 2004
I live in Berkeley, California, a very liberal, very urban college town in the East Bay that is home to Green Day, AFI, Lookout Records, and a lot of stress, anxiety, and traffic. Driving in this town is one of the worst ways to spend your day here, and yes, when you drive here you pretty much waste the day away in traffic. That being said, I stupidly decided that more than anything else, I needed to fill up my car with a tank of gas. Before leaving to the gas station, I went on Map Quest to find out just how far the drive would be. 2.77 miles meant I had enough gas to make it to AM/PM and dreading the parking lot known as University Avenue, I decided that I needed some fresh music to help ease my worrisome mind. Grabbing the Daughters full-length, Canada Songs - a brutally destructive, vomit inducing concoction of chaos- might have been a very bad choice had I not actually liked the disc.

In all honesty, I should've done some research on the band before putting this disc into my car stereo. The five piece orchestra of all things hellish and vile came together from the demise of the math/metallic hardcore band, As the Sun Sets. Their debut album might not be something conducive to driving, especially under situations of traffic jams, red lights, and pedestrians hoping to get hit so they can sue the hell out of you. Before I backed out of my parking spot, I was pummeled by lightning fast guitars, drums that can't possibly be hit any harder and faster, and a guy trying to rip apart his throat. Wow. As I waited for the security gate to rise, I looked at my dash and saw that Canada Songs was now on the third track. Rolling out onto the sun-soaked street, I had to start the album over in order to re-prepare myself for Daughters.

I wind my way through traffic lights, past Telegraph Ave. and towards University and notice two things. Number one, this band is damn good! Number two, this CD is already over. Yeah, that's right, the whole album is eleven minutes long. I didn't have a whole lot of attention to focus on the music (thrashing, incoherent but somehow enjoyable) until I stopped moving in traffic on my way to the gas station. From here I realized why this seemingly terrible formula of chaotic grind core/power violence a la The Locust and Discordance Axis is actually good: This band manages to put everything together and make it somewhat distinguishable. Between the unrelenting screech of the lyricist and the mile-a-millisecond bass drum hits lies calculating guitars which drive the Daughters' artistic side while they churn stomachs.

There are times when the music of Canada Songs slows down enough for me to catch my breath, check the distance of the car's bumper in front of me, and brace myself for the next round of dizzying thrashing and screaming. I honestly can't describe the individual songs for you all other than to say that I would take the Daughters over many other bands of its genre. I mean, when you title a track "I Don't Give a Shit About Wood, I'm Not a Chemist" and follow that with a track entitled, "Pants, Meet Shit", you have to have some artistic rocking flow, am I right?

My stress level was on overkill and Daughters might have given me a nervous breakdown if I didn't get to that gas station soon enough. I still had to switch the disc out, though, after its third cycle in my stereo. Maybe that can help you gauge whether or not Daughters is the right band for you. At any rate, I discourage listening to this album while driving. Flying might be a bit better.

Reviewed by Matt Bendett


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