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| Scarlet > Albums & Lyrics |
The beast known as Scarlet was first awakened in the late 90's, terrorizing Virginia with their patented brand of audio horror. Though they unleashed the vociferous "Breaking The Dead Stare" upon the unsuspecting masses and rose to prominence locally, the band soon retreated into obscurity. Some members went on to form Spitfire, yet fate intervened and now in 2003 this monstrosity has finally crept out from hibernation, setting it's sights on today's metalcore community. This beast is hungry, it's mouth salivating in greedy anticipation of what is about to come, yet "Something To Lust About" offers the lucky few redemption, as it's an agonizing education in just what Scarlet have in store for the uninitiated.
Uncompromising in it's intentions to disembowel the bloated belly of modern metalcore, "Something To Lust About" is a vicious musical endeavor that manipulates the listener by feeding off of one's most depraved thoughts. Scarlet thrive off from perversion and violence and this insinuates itself into the music they create, whether it's through the putrid grind sludge, excruciatingly lethargic breakdowns or the terrifying yet oddly erotic lyrical content found within. This is a metallic grenade ready to mutilate eardrums and maim one's body, as the band continuously torture your cranium. With seismic double-bass blasts, discordant guitar debauchery and demonic screams that spew venom in all directions, one cannot escape from this relentless engine of barbaric proportions.
What must be realized is that this is less an album of deceptively disgusting metalcore than twelve minutes of unscripted audio chaos caught on record. In the two years that Scarlet have been dormant, the band's direction has grown exponentially. Where they once were devoted to massacre the local scene, they now have a more sinister vision for the world. "Something To Lust About" is in itself a sizzling tsunami of morbid sensuality and horrifying pain, and to comprehend that this is meant simply as a caustic precursor to the group's debut full-length in the summer of 2003 is where true fear lies.
(3.5 / 5)
Jason Doe
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