Damn. Talk about dedication. 4 weeks. That's how long I had to wait for HMV to bring in a copy of Protest The Hero's latest album called "Fortress". And I still had to pay 32 bucks on top of that. Well, I guess that shows how much I love this band.
They are really not your typical musical ensemble, if that made any sense at all. They are highly technical in their playing and they blend together perfectly. They do not bind themselves to any particular genre (mainly because it is very hard to classify them) and they do not restrict themselves to usual musical standards. Crazy tempo changes, uneven bars, multiple riffs and all the likes.
But one thing that really stands out about the band for me is how much meaning there is behind their music. Like their first major release "Kezia" which was a concept album influenced by the works of Fyodor Dostoevsky. It's mainly about a girl named Kezia who is to be executed. "Fortress" on the other hand is derived from a less fictional base. It takes it's lead from the time of Genghis Khan and references mainly to the concept of goddess worship which was prominent in that age.
So yeah. There is a lot of thought that goes into their music. And the fact that their subject matter is totally different from what most musicians release is why I like their music so much. I guess mainly it's because I tend to daydream while I listen to my music and the topics they speak about just helps the process.
Bloodmeat by Protest The Hero
Enemies of Khanate strung on hooks like pigs to slaughter
Heads will roll, throats will be slit
And blood will flow like springs of water
To the rivers red, across the ochre steppe
A thousand fathers killed,
A thousand virgin daughters spread with swords still wet,
With the blood of their dead
Nurjan is upon us, he kills in silence after prayers
Genghis Khan is upon us and he slays his betrayers
Thus still the fools of God will guard the city of our birth
Hold an ear to the ground
To hear the sound of
Clamoring and horses stammer as their gallop meets the earth
A thousand fathers killed,
A thousand virgin daughters spread with swords still wet,
With the blood of their dead
Tomorrow they will find us
Hide the children free of sin
We will meet their blades by morning
Protected only by your skin
Tomorrow we will find them
Seek the youngest of their kin
And we will beat them with our fury
And we will crush them all like vermin