The Mechanisms are a young band i have been championing for some time, because 1. they are trying to do something no one else is, and 2. i like what they are trying to do. It is right up my alley.
If their first few albums can be rough around the edges at times, well, that’s how bands start.
But there comes a point in a band’s development, maybe they switch from a local bar to a bigger club on a better night, where suddenly they bump up a notch. And it’s noticeable. I mean, they were always good for some beers with your friends on Thursday nights, but one night you’re there standing in the new club, staring up at the stage, and thinking “Holy shit. Wait a minute. These guys are… Fuck. This is some shit right here.”
This is some shit right here.
Yes, loftier words were never spoken in an album review, and with any luck that will be the catchphrase that underlines their first magazine cover feature, but bear with me, because i really do mean that seriously.
There is no question, and i mean NO question, that on the album The Bifrost Incident, The Mechanisms have just leveled up. This album does what they do, tells a fascinating story reworking mythology and geek tropes, and ion between AWESOME narration are steampunk laden songs, sometimes an aria from whatever famous myth character has just appeared on the scene. But this time… it really packs a punch. It hits harder and more precisely than ever before.
The album aims at a mood and it does not putz around, it goes for it, nails it, and as the album goes along that mood deepens and deepens until you really do find yourself standing there, staring up at the stage with your drink only half drunk thinking “This is some shit right here.”
It takes everything The Mechanisms have been doing thus far and does it better. Does it with more focus. Does it with more skill and craft, dopes it with more of a punmch to the gut, and does something they’ve never quite done before, they envelope you in this mood, this dark mood, like, REALLY envelope you, and at some point it’s not quite fun and games anymore, you’ve become their bitch. This mood has captured you.
There was a time when you were at this bar laughing with your mates, and Betty snorted her cocktail out her nose and you all guffawed and John said something about the band and you yelled in his ear over the noise: “Oh yeah, this is good!”
Another night at the bar, same crew, you’ve all been taking a piss out of Tony and Audry just went to get the next round and Daphne said something about the band and you yell over the noise: Oh yeah, this is cool!”
And now here you are. Alone. New place. Your crew isn’t here right now. You’re not sure where you are. There’s the band. Do they have new gear cause it seems like… you’re alone now, alone in the crowd staring up as they play. And you’re not laughing. You’re… really listening. You’re… sort of just muttering to yourself. “”Holy shit. Wait a minute. These guys are… Fuck. This is some shit right here.”