Bullet For My Valentine
ating on South Wales was kinda hot for a moment back in the late 90s, especially around the time when The Stereophonics, Catatonia, and roly-poly court jesters for Fidel "No homo. Literally" Castro the Manic Street Preachers were busy ruining indie for everyone, circa 1998. But someone just sent a canary down the mine, and his squawking appears to indicate that all the toxic gas has gone: "We're proud to say that there isn't a single indie band in South Wales," says Bullet For My Valentine guitarist Matthew Tuck. I want to believe, if just for the children's sake...
Anyway, as you may have guessed from their name, Bullet for My Valentine are not The Indie. However, what you probably won't have guessed from their name, their insistence on 1950s style noir iconography, and the fact that they have a Myspace profile, is that they’re not emo. Nope, because thanks to Lostprophets and Funeral For A Friend making steady coinage in the top half of the charts, Cymru is now all about The Metal.
BMFV's contribution to the world of music is basically a slightly uglier, yet similarly polished take on their genre than Lostprophets. Metallica circa people other than Americans discovering them riffs backed up with vocals that alternate between "impassioned" and those more usually associated with ever-popular online "The Internet Is For Porn" meme. Delving any further into what the band actually consist of seems to be missing the point, as their sole intention is to make soundtracks for 15 year olds to throw themselves violently at other 15 year olds in provincial towns up and down the country. And for that it works. Perfectly.
What doesn't work: "All These Things I Hate (Revolve Around Me)" has a quick go at the quiet/loud dynamic, except the quiet bits aren't quiet enough and the loud bits aren't loud enough. And nobody who has started shaving will be able to sit through an entire hour's worth of these guys. But in three minute doses, and with them on their a-game, like on title-track "The Poison" and single "Suffocating Under Words of Sorrow," well, no Welshmen has gotten the pit moving with that sort of crushing ferocity since Aberfan.
Reviewed by: Dom Passantino
Reviewed on: 2005-11-01