Killing Miranda Consummate
By Marcus Pan
Killing Miranda remain as raw, raucous and
strong as ever on their latest release, Consummate, out on S.U.C.K./Diesel
Motor Records. As always, never mincing words and getting as in your face as
possible, which is a lyrical style held over from Blessed Deviant, I
find this release to be just as powerful.
Guitars are more prevalent here, while Blessed
Deviant would occasionally wander into lighter electronic territory. With
the exception of some sample breaks on the recording, Consummate is most
certainly a heavy/dark metal release laced into with well layed synth
undertones and great sample placement.
Conspiracy Theory opens up the CD evenly with a
not-as heavy piece. Then following a sample break (Five Minute Freeview)
Consummate really kicks in hard with I Know What you Want, with
Alien Dave shredding lead guitars and Filthy Rikki telling us point blank how
he's going to "fuck us hard" and "make us cum." Again...no bother covering up
lyrics with silky sweet innuendos...straight, hard and raw.
Embrace steps closer to popular metal with its
catchy, well-produced riffwork and bass-laden lyrical slow downs. Contectually
this song reminds me of Burn Sinister off of Blessed Deviant.
Meanwhile, No More Love Songs is surely going to be a top hit for the
group, with it's stompy grooviness and sweet licks. As we know...sex sells! If
there was ever a studio track that I would kill to see performed live, this is
Track 9 is Boy Meets Gun, a riveting and blasting
tirade about individualism: "Point at the freak, point at the freak." Done in a
nursery rhyme style interspersed with unique synthetic melodies, funky bass
lines and punctuated by solid guitars, it's also a highlight to this album. The
deep-rap portion around two and a half minutes in is just ass-kickingly direct
and spit like venom. The release closes with the Shadow Over Innsmouth
break which fades into Enter the Dagon, which for some reason I want to
say is related to good 'ol Lovecraft and his Cthulhu mythologies, though I
could be wrong.
In closing, a solid and powerful collection we have here for
UK love children Killing Miranda. A bit heavier than their previous work, and
able to shred virtually any pop-rock act that's been cancering my stereo here
in the states for the past couple years at least. It's good when old favorites
come back to remind me they can still kick my ass
or fuck me hard.