There comes a surreal time when the records you purchased or traded in your wary days of teendom, are launched into the upper echelons of classic status. Such is what happened when Decibel magazine constructed their own ivory tower for the likes of Deadguy, Botch, and Dillinger Escape Plan. One of their most recent Hall of Fame inductions was none other than their controversial peers, Cave In for their album Until Your Heart Stops.
There were plenty of CDs that got me through high school, but this is the proud cultural and emotional artifact that made my teenage years. To put it simply, this album was, to me, the perfect storm of unbridled chaos and unbridled creativity that I had been waiting for. The album is an imaginative and powerful meshing of thrash, Deadguy-era hardcore, Failure-esque prog rock and a lot of pent up energy that can only be exerted by nineteen year olds who are good at guitar. Stephen Brodsky cut his teeth—and scarred his throat—as the frontman and chief songwriter and does rather well despite his struggle to maintain his voice. People can scoff all they want about Cave In’s recent tribulations under a major label, but those hecklers didn’t make one of the greatest metal and hardcore records of the ’90s and ’00s, hence there is no argument.
I can go on and on about how much I love this record. Again to put it simply, it’s a record that, after hundreds of listens in the seven years that I’ve owned the CD (actually the actual CD wore through some time ago, now I have a burnt copy), it still proves a moving, challenging, and fun listen. If this does nothing for you than just listen to “Juggernaut.” Good night.
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