Labels: self released
Review by: Andy Malcolm
Interesting split we have here, featuring a bunch of young whippersnapper skrammers from
o.o.p. north (We Are Corpses) and a two piece US band featuring the emotional talents of
Andy Maddox, who obviously doesn’t quite get enough of his cheesemo fetish satiated by the
Saddest Landscape as he has had to start another band that sounds pretty much exactly the same.
We Are Corpses crank through a pair of songs on here, in a fashion not all that far removed
from the Saddest Landscape. Its all despairing vocals, pumped up guitars that lay on the
noisy melody and the occasional blitz of fast drumming and screaming. The second song
twinkles prettily out of sight at the end with distant vocals and away from the mic
screaming, not unlike a long lost section of a previously undiscovered September song.
Nice.
Her Breath on Glass is about as cheesemo a name as you could get (perhaps “A Bloodstained
Angel’s Breath on Glass” would have pipped it to the post), but what else would expect from
the lord of the genre, Andy Maddox? His bands may seem a little over the top, but I am not
complaining as I enjoy their output. If you listen to powerful, intense emo with hoarse
bellowed vocals and your favourite band list on MySpace includes Indian Summer then you
will be all over this. Plenty of shirt grabbing and hair tugging to be had here, they also
do the crying away from the mic part.
Just to reinforce that this actually came out in 1994, you can admire the packaging too
(hand numbered tied card, envelope sealed by wax containing lyrics and a photo). Good split
for those that like it emo.