Incubus

Biography

In here are which did not pass far from the fateful chopper, would be this only because they had offered to us as recent exits two improbable boysbandesques stews where them energetic fusion rock'n'roll had been transformed little by little into pudding pop flask and oozing, where the voice of the charmer Brandon Boyd (it is bôôô!) could without sorrow concurencer the generation Star Ac' in their desperate search for the most perfect exasperation of the audience. It is little to say that in these circumstances the torturer conscencieusement sharpened his poisonous axe on the edge of his stereophony, ready to cut the head of the American traitors already put at evil on the legal furnace bridge, embourbés in the lawsuits (ex-house of disc, ex-DJ) and misses it impromptu artistic credibility still reinforced by the departure of their bass player of origin Dirk Lance. One thus needed large Incubus to stop Net the insane travel of the affillée blade which moved to great pace towards their trembling napes of the neck: the Californian ones very have of the expier their sins of pride and lust, found an alibi of the thunder in the person of the ex-bass player of Roots (and ex-Blackalicious) Ben Kenney, and laid under the pressure of the Enquiry rock'n'roll a seventh album catarthic which replonge with the énergisantes roots of Fugus amongus and other S.C.I.E.N.C.E of the perfect song funk-rock'n'roll. The guitars are done suddenly metal and technical, the low one finds the étincelant groove which made of Incubus the false-brother of Primus, and even Brandon dropped despairing mimicry and sweaters fitted which it exchanged against his old tunic of Mike Patton imitating Anthony Kiedis with the ball of the college. Then from now on, when Incubus serves to us as the tube, that gives an enormous "Agoraphobia" which one will fredonnera this blow shameless under the cold shower of "A crow left to the murder" which reconciles us very block with the yankees so much it explodes of inventiveness, freshness funk, pop less controlled (thus more touching?) and of be delirious sound almost punk, at least in the spirit. It does not remain any more in Incubus but to inoculate the virus in Red Hot so that the fine words is propagated again at the speed of the influenza aviaire, and the rock'n'roll will be except. Let us go, torturer, give your blade to the sleeve, you will cut heads later. > To comment on the article (19 comments) jarod Mars 2004 Incubus/Chronic LP > Morning view incubus: morning view13 bombs excellently produced with always this its characteristic with the band of Torch. Incubus, in this third effort, proves (but need some does really?) that there remains one of the Masters of the couple énergie/mélodie. "Nice to know you" which opens the disc applies the assets of Incubus: power of the guitars, mélodieuse and irresistible, rhythmic voice passing from the structures rock'n'roll at the pop rates/rhythms, and always this bridge and this beautiful refrain, quite simply, with its acoustic guitars. Pfff, of entry, Incubus placed the quite high bar. Throughout this album, the pieces are followed and do not resemble with all the same a conducting line: to bring emotions through the instruments and the voice ô how much famous Torch. And it goes. Even if with the first access, it surprises by its relative lull compared to the preceding albums, the trademark is always the same one! Environments, sounds rock'n'rolls well with them and Torch, always Torch, a voice without defect. No pieces of this disc can truly be classified metal or assimilated! One will speak rather, for the "hard" pieces more of rock'n'roll as for "Circles", "Whish you were here" with the destroying riff very of follows entêtant followed scratch and guitars not very conventional, "Blood one the ground" of a power comparable with the other pieces of hardening, "Cuts you ever", certainly the title more rythmé and energetic of the disc, without real pause in the dynamism of the title, "Under my umbrella", melody song very rock'n'roll. That, it is for what one knows best of Incubus, this mixture of force in the instruments and vocal melodies to make some fade largest. It is as from this moment that the disc becomes interesting. Not that these titles previously evoked are bad, far from there, but one knows this propensity of American to explode the hut. What becomes interesting in the direction the curious one, it is the remainder of this disc, i.e. 7 titles, is a little more half of the album. Torch itself said it in the "bio" sent to the press to speak about this album, this album was going to surprise, and Incubus gave pleasure to do it. And that feels! Introduction of new instruments, like superb violins on "Just has phase", a song with completely splendid arpeggios of guitars. The continuation is only confirmation of transfered "romantic" of this album with tubes in power for banked-up bed in love with the manner from "11 amndt". But Incubus does not sink in the ridiculous one, which it does is incontestably beautiful. And the beautiful term becomes all its extensive with "Mexico City", duet guitar acoustique/voix magic, with some incursions of cords. If one likes Incubus like me, one does not remain insensitive to these songs characteristic of a new dimension for Incubus. These songs are intimists, one feels a certain quietude, a peaceful environment with the image of the recto of Cd where the photo watch 5 musicians looking towards the horizon, without thinking of something of special, right food. acidulous "Warning", "Echo", titles pop rock'n'roll but not US FM! One does not sink in the ridiculous one with Incubus, their music is too intelligent for that. Obviously, the single pop funky in power is well there, this blow Ci, that will be "Are you in?", in a spirit rather close to Red Hot Californication version. Incubus was always follower of the experiments funk and the not very conventional instruments in the rock'n'roll. "Aqueous transmission" very sounds Eastern music thanks to a traditional string instrument, always with these pretty tablecloths of cords in background music. Incubus, in this Morning view, achieved its goal! To follow its desires without really worrying what the public could think. With force to work with its heart, Incubus was discovered a talent not hidden forcing but can be more in withdrawal in its various productions. After ardour of youth, places now at a new dynamism which passes, paradoxically, by songs more posed. A blow of maitre.