"The Ascension" by Otep

By now we can all agree on this much: nu-metal was responsible for an unthinkable amount of garbage. But if there's one band extreme music fans should thank Fred Durst and his goateed cronies for, it's Los Angeles' OTEP. Counting metal's most imposing frontwoman (not in Arch Enemy) among its ranks, and pretty much ignoring drop-D sportsmetal conventions, the quartet crafted a pair of meaty releases (and one lean EP) that derived "grooves" from Cali stoner metal thickness, as opposed to the hip-hop its peers so clumsily approximated. On album three, as with past releases, what keeps OTEP in "nu-" territory are their guitars, which hang out somewhere between those of scene grampas Coal Chamber and Fear Factory and never miss a chance to make use of detuned flat-fingered riffs. Hardly groundbreaking. But what keeps the record fresh is frontwoman Otep Shamaya's dynamic vocals, thrashing from full-bore scream to whisper in less than seconds. To wit, The Ascension
	Publicado: 2007-11-26 Proveedor: Artist Direct