Friendship – Hatred
Sentient Ruin Records - 2017
As a less experienced powerviolence
fan, I'm always slightly proud when I actually recognize a name in
the scene. I was blown away by the dirty, raw half-hour assault that
I&II was, and Hatred is quite the successor.
Friendship have foregone the unclean,
fuzzy sound in favour of a cleaner, more hardcore-oriented sound.
This choice is reflected in the riffs, which have a more beatdown
feel when compared to the messier sludgy style of the previous album.
The slower parts and breakdowns, as well as the riffs they transform
into have a punk approach to heaviness, going straight for the throat
and leaving the details behind – and it's effective as hell. The
rare leads that do appear are atonal nonsense, reinforcing the whole
hellish, unnatural aspect of the record. The clearer soundscape also
gives the drums some room, enhancing the guitars with blasts and
floor-punching, air-kicking beats – the bridge in Life Sentence
reminded me why I don't go into those moshpits.
The vocals are what you'd expect, a
cross between an angry bark and a motorcycle screaming bloody murder
- the introduction to Grief is a great example of just how primal it
gets. There's a bit of clean texture from time to time, giving the
vocalist an angrier, less controlled and more punk sound. Sure,
there's only one note being sung during the entire record and yeah,
the delivery is divided into staccatto and faster staccatto, but I
wouldn't want anything more from Friendship.
The overall feel of simultaneous dread
and pain makes for an uneasy, intense record on par with other
legendary acts of musical oppression like Vermin Womb or Wormrot. In
the past 2 years, Japan's been putting out a number of instant
classics in many extreme subgenres, and while I wouldn't dare define
Hatred as such given my limited experience with the genre, it
certainly feels like it's got that extra element that pushes it into
the realm of memorable albums – there's a soul in this record, and
it's tortured. It's an experiment in hate and aggression, at a level
not many bands live up to.
Giuseppe Fitzsimmons
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