It's Trivium's World And We Just Rock In It

Absolutely pulse pounding stuff. Trivium can stretch out the menace. All hands are on deck for this Orlando foursome. Cylinders not only fire they haunt the darkest corners of your worst nightmares. Trivium maximizes its eerie landscape and passes the squeamishness onto us. "Until The World Goes Cold" raises you up, slaps you across the face and, with no further dilly dally, dares you to do anything to stop it. The chord the band has chosen has the darkness of a graveyard seance splashed everywhere. No pussies allowed in this neck of the woods. Matt Heafy lets it be known that the cheap seats better pay real close attention because his evil eyes are not to be denied. Meanwhile Paolo Gregoletto employs his bass as a military unir would a battering ram...relentless, uncompromising, total venom. Matt Madiro puts his drum beats in all the right places which makes "Until The World Goes Cold" and even bigger threat to the tranquility of your overnight hours. Corey Beaulieu attacks your senses with his lead guitar. Taking the total package in one gulp this song dares you to look away. The mastery of domain on display isn't for some weekend warrior who's slumming in metal territory when much of the rest of the time he or she's unabashed country or pop. Those pesky vultures don't know when to leave body well enough alone. You can smell the mud, visualize the trees we feed post land of the living. Nothing wrong with going down with the ship, no matter what form the craft comes in. Matt won't go away from his earthbound throne quietly. The way he settles on a note, then allows the note to stretch as far as his throat's proficiency lets him falls into nothing short of awe-inspiring jaw dropping parameters. If the lyrics don't already make your teeth chatter you need to make a point of pairing it with the so macabre it's sanity robbing video. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to make out the story. You won't have to run after this song. Its pace doesn't crawl but isn't working your cosmic nerves a mile a minute either. You won't uncover any letup in the intensity. However, this brand of intensity doesn't beat you over the head repeatedly until you've got a quasi-permanent migraine. Sometimes you don't have to go over the top to make your presence felt. One theme that comes up in this corpse chat, and it's not the first time I've gotten this vibe from a band, is "I turned my back on what's really important and now I'm paying a severe cost for it." Much has Matt sacrificed but, in his final analysis we return to the day late and a dollar short turf. Give him credit for owning up to his mortal sins. Better that than tap dance around what the real problems are. You don't come close to solving them that way. Trivium gives the Orlando scene a depth far exceeding Walt Disney World brand loyalty. To put it succinctly, the chills on Trivium's ride likely are going to stay with you much longer. "Until The World Goes Cold" benefits from the icicles inhabiting its veins. The outcome terrorizes and exhilarates simultaneously.