Release Date: Jun 30, 2015
Record label: Sargent House
Genre(s): Pop/Rock, Heavy Metal, Stoner Metal, Progressive Metal, Sludge Metal, Punk Metal, Metalcore
When Converge drummer Ben Koller moved to California in late 2013, it looked like the premature end for Mutoid Man, the promising math-metal trio he formed with Cave In frontman Stephen Brodsky. But chemistry was too great to keep the outfit apart. Their first full-length, 'Bleeder,' is equal parts musical acrobatics and strong songwriting that strikes an off-kilter balance somewhere between Queens of the Stone Age and The Dillinger Escape Plan.
Mutoid Man's 2013 debut EP Helium Head was a genuine surprise. Its raw, in-your-face, full-tilt boogie of hardcore punk, mathy, angular death metal, and reverb-laden prog were 18 minutes of adrenaline rock. Written by guitarist and vocalist Stephen Brodsky (mastermind of Cave In) and drummer Ben Koller (Converge, All Pigs Must Die), they'd recorded most of their parts on four-track and asked Nick Cageao (a live sound engineer) to dub bass parts.
Converge and Cave-In members find new ways to crush Continuing the increasingly incestuous relationship between Converge and Cave-In, Mutoid Man is the brainchild of drummer Ben Koller from the former and guitarist/vocalist Stephen Brodsky from the latter.. ADVERTISING inRead invented by Teads.
Stephen Brodsky has never gotten his full due as the driving force behind 1998’s Until Your Heart Stops and 2000’s Jupiter—two entirely disparate masterpieces by his best-known band, Cave In. By turns technically punishing and spaciously anthemic, that pair of records still casts a shadow over his latest project, Mutoid Man. With Brodsky on vocals and guitar—along with Converge drummer Ben Koller (who in the '00s also briefly played with Cave In) and bassist Nick Cageao—Mutoid Man released a debut EP in 2013 titled Helium Head that combined every element on Brodsky’s periodic table: hooks, mathy precision, metallic hardcore fury, and a lust for classic-rock extravagance.
Complaining about a band cleaning up their production has become the critical equivalent of “old man yells at cloud. ” It’s a pointless critique usually steeped in some vague sense of purism — the idea that if something is less raw or less heavy, then it’s somehow less “real. ” Whatever that means.