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The Fall Of Troy is a band from Mukilteo, Washington, that mixes math rock with the primordial fury of hardcore punk. After their self-titled debut album (although very raw and with poor production, it showed some good ideas), in 2005 they released "Doppelgänger". In the lineup, we have the leader Thomas Erak on guitar and vocals, Tim Ward on bass, and Andrew Forsman on drums.
This second album showcases the complete evolution of The Fall Of Troy's music compared to the first work: lightning-fast guitar sketching melodies with convulsive tapping, heavy breakdowns as metalcore tradition demands, alternating between desperate screaming and clean vocals. It is in this maelstrom of elements that the listener often gets lost, searching somehow for a foothold that leads back to the canonical song form. A task that is not as titanic as in the case of The Mars Volta (a band to which Erak and company not so subtly pay tribute), but the sense of confusion is often substantial. It's also notable that all the song titles have nothing to do (at least at first glance) with the song's lyrics themselves. However, it is a thoughtful confusion with its foundations rooted in a modern and extraordinarily inspired math-rock. In this album, The Fall Of Troy creates a nebula of very complex melodies but refuses to delve too deeply into each one. The Hol[]y Tape is an example of what is said: sharp riffing, fast solos, intrusive rhythm parts, continuous time changes are the expression of a musical Tourette syndrome that forces the song to veer ceaselessly and restlessly.
What has been said might lead to the conclusion that the music of the Mukilteo trio is mere inconsequential stylistic exercise: in reality, helping the listener to piece together the fragments of each song are choruses that often hark back to emo culture, without descending into the pathetic or self-indulgence. The tracklist also includes four tracks that were already present in the debut album, rearranged and improved with the help of producer Barrett Jones (who had already collaborated with Foo Fighters): F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X. is one of TFOT's best compositions, with melody and unleashed energy being its best weapons. The instrumental skills of each member are undeniable, and it should be noted that in the year the album was recorded, none of them was over twenty years old.
"Doppelgänger" is proof that instrumentally complex albums can be written without taking oneself too seriously. I particularly recommend it to all fans of metalcore and progressive.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X. (03:57)
Slow down this is slippin' through my mind,
This conversation has run out of time.
Honey I know you know what I mean,
And that's the one thing that you soon will find.
I know that you really wanna go,
My mind is runnin' outta gas just relax,
And recap, and relapse.
Tonight, my bodies jumpin' and I,
Go through the motions and I'm leaving on this journey,
Maybe someday I'll come running home to you.
I don't wanna see the day, my words cannot make it safe.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
Her heart in my hands, it's too bad, no regrets
I don't wanna see the day, her tears are falling on my grave.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
This is my one chance, to take back, no regrets
Let's go, I just wanna let you know,
This situation leaves me outta breath
We'll drive till the love that's in your eyes,
Drops to the ground and unravels like a thread
I know that you really wanna go,
I only think about her, must get to her, cannot lose her.
You know that I will not let this die,
Life support systems and my mind on
Rewind and rewind and rewind
I don't wanna see the day, my words cannot make it safe.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
Her heart in my hands, it's too bad, no regrets
I don't wanna see the day, her tears are falling on my grave.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
This is my one chance, to take back, no regrets
I don't wanna see the day, my words cannot make it safe.
Her heart in my hands, it's too bad, no regrets
I don't wanna see the day, her tears are falling on my grave.
This is my one chance (my one chance, my one chance)
06 The Hol[ ]y Tape... (04:51)
None of this has changed, when we all look the same.
Addicted to the one that left you, we can't forget you.
We colonized in war, predicting many more.
Addicted to the hand that fed you, you can't remember.
Year color. I wonder...
The more trouble that we get in,
The more fun if we don't get caught up in it.
Prefabricate that skin!
Help me find out, if this is all predictable.
Or is your troubled fate, relentless in it's ways,
Destroying all your days?
(These words coincide!!! Self-taught suicide!!!)
07 Laces Out, Dan! (02:31)
Interrupt this call...
Reasons seem to be incomprehensible,
But it's not you or me. This is what I see,
Something here is wrong,
Someone here is wrong!!!
Wash your hands of me!
I don't care anymore!!!
You wanna play these games!?
I wanna wipe
That smile off of your face!!
Whore.
Do you think that I am joking?
Are you really that unprepared!?
Do you think that I am joking?
08 We Better Learn to Hotwire a Uterus (02:10)
Saliva swapping tonsil hockey trollop,
(A misconstructed vivacious sedative.)
Accompanied by operatic coitus,
Accompanied by mal de mer,
(And a jaded disposition...)
Raise the stakes on this!
Now's the perfect time,
Eat crow and liberate your mind.
Oh why do we live? Oh where do we live?
This is a contraceptive,
(This is not accepted where we live...)
Just a piece on the assembly line floor...
Put your hands in the air
A macabre companionship,
Porcelain crusted shards...
Is this how it ends? Was this all pretend!?
Put your hands where I can see em.
11 Macaulay McCulkin (08:06)
With a black heart undercover, watching you sleep every night.
"I wish you'd watch me too..." We're made for each other
Honey if you only knew, every night I'm watching you...
Shut up you're talking to loud for me to not listen.
This operation's gotten old, the face I stole, the gun of
Lost shot through your soul, and all that's left is empty holes.
Mom and Dad can't help you anymore Get in the car we'll drive far to the end of the shore
Under the docks, on top of the rocks. Knock knock knock knock
Why the fuck are the doors locked?
Maybe she forgot about our talks, or maybe I'm mistaken,
But I swear to god that she's not getting out of this without some kind of explanation,
Oh I'm straining on your patience? Maybe scaring you a little?
Just because I came to visit doesn't mean you have to hide.
I'll be waiting on the side of your house,
With an empty bodybag
And a loaded .45
And now you wont forget my fucking name!
You're tearing me up, inside my mind.
You walked in front, I ran behind...
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