Every Time I Die
The Big Dirty

THE REVIEW

What path should be taken in 2007 when deciding the evaluation criteria to apply to an album? How can one navigate the jungle of releases that daily invade the traditional music market or just by referencing the millions of tracks traveling via the web? Does it still make sense to highlight all the proposed titles, even if only wanting to limit oneself to a specific genre of application? In short, we could continue asking ourselves questions and seeking answers that we probably won't find, simply because with no more limits and filters (and no logic either, I might add), it no longer makes sense to set rules and any attempt to somehow codify the phenomenon and its possible consequences becomes meaningless. You acknowledge and accept it, or not, to continue following it, with your own convictions and making your own choices. This can be applied, not as a guinea pig, but as an exemplary case, to Every Time I Die, a quintet from Buffalo that carries on with a certain coherence a sound in which metal-core (which has little to do with "new trends") continuously progresses into the most visceral hard rock with a southern tradition.
"The Big Dirty" does not shy away from the rule and confirms them as acceptable creators of such a stylistic blend. And here lies the essence of the discourse set up earlier, because acknowledging the good will of Every Time I Die, their undoubted dedication and whatever else one might wish to cite in their favor (not without having noted how they seem prisoners of themselves, though they will satisfy the desire of those who want to listen to a little more than 36 minutes of groovy, catchy violence in a rock'n'roll perspective), however, one wonders if this is not just the umpteenth drop, significant in a minimal part, within an ocean and therefore not destined in any way to change the course of events. And so it goes, summing, summing, summing, hoping that soon the moment will come to subtract and return to a healthy musical meritocracy!