The Breaking Project – Prologue: A Vociferation

The Breaking Project
Prologue: A Vociferation

Its not very often that I hear an album or a band so perfect in every aspect that I would consider it a notch above most of the leaders in their genre. Even bands The Breaking Project would list as their influences or heroes would probably be given a run for their money if challenged to some sort of hardcore-duel-off ala ‘American Gladiators’. And that’s a statement that has to be respected seeing how most of the band is still in high school, or just out.
God, in my high school days, everyone wanted to be in a band that sounded like The Queers, and barely anyone could even play that stuff properly. Nevermind write the way these kids write.
On “The Pros and Cons of Adhering to the Dress Code at Mount Morrie High School,” the band shows off lyrical skill with “He wanted to get something across this wooden blockade, to destroy these hinges bracing fallacy, he wanted to send you an entertaining eviction notice of dire emotional forecast. (Textbook heartbeat don’t fail me now, I am not done telling his story, they must know) Fin” or on “This Mannequin Murders'” singer Josh Kirby sings “…and everything was obsolete in the limelight. Our boutiqued eyes numbed by the god invading contours. A rocking repetition, for runway fame. We replaced our currency with lactic acid and if the opportunity had risen we would have peculated it all. We would have danced the streets of Paris, though born of HIV plagued affairs, we would have taken snapshots of the slender sky line, and punctured the outer edge–a memory.” Intelligent and witty, these are words you want to remember.
The Breaking Project has had a few releases before this full-length, and although great in content, the production somewhat hindered its output and energy. But the good people at Watchmen Studios, including Doug ‘I record everyone ever’ White, did another amazing job. One of the largest problems with any sort of hardcore/metal record is that the guitars are usually so distorted and deep that any sense of note or harmony is just buried under a wall of noise and fuzz. So much of their guitar work on here is A) technically stunning, B) insanely creative and simply gorgeous and atmospheric at points, and C) clear (which is more important than most people think).
“Loaded up with Plastic Handcuffs” is one of the standout tracks on this disc, with some beautiful guitar work right off the bat and some truly memorable lyrics that you’ll have to discover on your own. The 15-minute final track is “It Was all Ballyhoo,” which demonstrates the powerhouse aesthetics that these guys can dish out.
Oh man, these guys are as good as the original Voltron and Dennys ‘American Slam’ breakfasts at 2 am.