Search - Party of Helicopters :: Please Believe It

From the very beginning in 1995 the party of helicopters have been a fist in the face of the indie/hardcore world. Refusing to be tagged to any specific genre, the party of helicopters have always made it a point to combine their individual and eclectic and varied taste to create a hybrid of metal punk and pop for a sound that is truly original. the party of helicopters are an insanely good rock band - a big tangle of knotted-up guitar riffs, thundering percussion, saw-toothed fuzz bass, and vocal melodies that dart and dive and wander like a hobo. Their music being frustration, aimlessness, disappointment, and raw hope coming out as pure solid riffing and apocalyptic rhythms. It's so invigorating and original that their 2000 release Mt. Forever was named one of Spin's Top 20 records of that year. Please Believe It propels the PoH even further into chaos. The album opener "The Good Punk" starts with Dennis stating "this ain't punk rock enough for my ears" then poceeds to churn through the next six (!!) minutes dissecting the musical ethics of the new American indie rocker. Cerebral! "Cover Me" (track 3) is a traffic stopper - tornado riffs corkscrew ceaselessly, upending the melody line and filling the song with furious momentum propelled even further forward (and laterally) by Corey Race's impossibly "keeps you guessing" drumming. It's like Yngwie Malmstein trying to play along to Big Black, all of heavy metal's guilty pleasures battling Dischord's punk rock puritanism. Even when the PoH tries to play it relatively straight, as they do in the aching pop song "Neverending Cycle" (track 8) the edges are serrated and the tempo is bratty and fitful. The Toucher" (track 5) is an extrememly angular ditty about mustaches with a chorus featuring some wickedly f**ked up fuzz bass by "bass guitarist" Ryan Brannon. If you've got to file this anywhere, file it with tyour SST Records, right between Double Nickels on the Dime and You're Living All Over Me. They are not the sound of yesterday, nor are they a spit-shined nostalgia act or a by-the-book exercise in genre. the PoH are pioneering their own niche. It's called JesusF**kingChrist,TheseGuysRock-Core.