Fear Factory - The Industrialist
What a rollercoaster career ride it has been for Fear Factory. Great albums, criminally overrated albums, decent albums, mediocre albums, downright horrible albums, great albums again, this guy’s in the band, that guy’s out of the band, those two guys are gone, these two come back, those two take a hike… Geez! Given this track record, I guess we shouldn’t be all that surprised that this follow-up to Mechanize —2010’s remarkably solid return to form— would be different in some way. Unfortunately that difference is a slight return to mediocrity, as The Industrialist has a much less fearsome bark and significantly less powerful bite than its predecessor. I don’t think this has anything to do with bandmate quarrel or gossip column drama this time around. I think it probably went something like this…
Burton C. Bell: Hey, Dino. Sup bra? BCB here. Hey bra, new album’s due soon. You got any riffs ready?
Dino Cazares: Dino hungry!!
Bell: Umm… ‘kay. Maybe you should get some grub, dude. Although it sounds like you’re already… chewing… never mind. We really gotta hustle on this record, bra. Seriously, what have you got?
Cazares: Dino hungry!!
Bell: Ya, you… mentioned that. Well, we have those three solid songs. We should probably put those first. Umm… we could just kinda wing the rest. I’m sure there’s some scraps from the last record we could polish up. I’ll throw some totally rad clean vocal choruses over that shit, bang out some lyrics real quick. If it looks like we’re running short we can slap, like, 10 minutes of minimalist ambient noise at the end. Y’know, machines and junk. People will dig it, right?
Cazares: Dino love The Police and U2!!
Bell: I love you, too, buddy. Thanks a mil. See you at the studio. We’ll have this shit done in no time. Peace, bra!
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