The Fall of Troy (album review)

Fall of Troy: Manipulator

            If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? More importantly, if a Troy falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it rock the crap out of everything else in the forest? Yes. Every so often, a maniacal jam-tastic band comes along that simply overdoes everything; the Fall of Troy is that band. Their licks are tight and nothing short of insane, their breakdowns are exhaustive, erratic and epileptic, and with a tongue-in-cheek take on metal, emo, and jamming, they rattle from one end of the rock spectrum to the other, all the while sounding like well organized noise. I’m just waiting for the Fall of Troy energy drink to hit stores.

            FOT’s Manipulator album is a mile-a-minute junk-a-thon speckled with exquisite vocal melodies in tracks like The Dark Trail, Oh! The Casino!?, and Semi-Fiction. Just when you think you’re about to hear a somewhat radio-friendly song, FOT ruins those dreams with an unnecessarily sporadic mega breakdown with maddening drum, bass and guitar riffs that defy logic and send a simple message to the mainstream: [explicative deleted] that! After A Man a Plan a Canal Panama, if you can still think straight that is, you’ll realize that FOT is in the world because sometimes you just need to scream, fling your head around, go completely deaf and have your face melted off. If there were any mystery before, rest assured, Manipulator is the disk that launched a thousand ships. (look it up)

It's a little grainy, but it's just as crazy at it should be.