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VIRUS! MAGAZINE
"DEAD POOL RISING" REVIEW
VLAD MCNEALLY
Noise for Destruction, better known as their acronym NFD, arrived on the
scene in 2004 to the sound of accolades from almost all publications open to
reviewing gothic rock. While containing only a sole member of Fields Of The
Nephilim, Tony Pettit on bass, NFD's sound is eerily similar.
Their vocalist, Peter 'Bob' White's gravelly voice even bears an almost
uncanny similarity to the timbre of Nephilim frontman, Carl McCoy. Likewise,
the music showcased in their successful debut, "No Love Lost", followed the
Nephilim sound as McCoy veered into the shadows of metal. With "Dead Pool
Rising", NFD attempt to shake the steely grip of metal, and aim for a more
clear-cut gothic rock sound.
While the heavier ends that shown through on their debut are missing, NFD
still approach gothic from the hard rock angle.
From the onset, one finds their next single, "Light My Way". This propulsive
single jangles on the heels of rollicking drums and bass where tones of the
Neph's spaghetti western county glimmer through the gloom, while White's
gruff voice bursts into vivid life to the tune of a toothy riff at its
chorus.
Retaining the energy, the jagged bounce of "My Possession" is driven by
locomotive drums an the thick funk rattle of sharp power chords, the
gurgling growls of white blaring forth to punctuate its chorus. In addition,
"Descent" provides another surge of smoke machine fueled adrenaline.
Channeling dirty guitar the alternates between a side-winding tenor whine
and stuttering power chords, it dissipates to a moody center where White's
baritone falls to a murmur over a deep sea of weary soprano strings, before
coming full-circle and rising into a howling, drum-heavy conclusion.
For me, the moments where NFD succeed are those that tap into the vein of
progressive goth, that same dark psychedelia found in the Nephilim's classic
disc, "Elizium". The unprocessed, swaying vocal dirge of "One Moment Between
Us" is a shining gem. While the song sucks one in with cymbal washes, tense
synth strings, and the pensive whinny of drifting guitars, a taught chord
and drum synchronization heralds in climactic switch in the tempo.
Like a second chapter, the piece climaxes in a winding guitar solo that
streaks through a tempest of drumming, proving NFD are quite adept in
breaking the simple verse-and-chorus formula. Another wonderful downtempo
number is "Rise". Within this intimate piece, somber piano descends the
scale, falling from soprano heights to compliment the wisftul rattle caught
in White's throat. However, broad strokes of guitar enter to paint a portait
of resolve to the dramatic crash of cymbals, before finally departing in a
stoic goth rock stride.
In the end, NFD still have yet to shrug off the Nephilim mantle. Side by
side, it is growing easier to pick out one from the other, but it is hard to
judge if a departure from their influences would damage their engaging
package. Some may find fault by noticing such an apparent comparison, but if
one appreciates this particular sound, NFD far from disappoint.
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