I have no problem calling Death Becomes Even The Maiden the hippest band in town. Hell, these guys probably have shit in their music collection you have only remotely heard of. I reviewed the band’s Arrangement EP before but I had failed on numerous occasions to get out and see the band live in a long time. But that changed last weekend when I was able to catch the band at the infamous Art Bar in the heart of downtown Columbia. I was left with a new found appreciation for what this trio are creating. The range of the band has increased dramatically. Granted this is still post-punk at its core but with an increasingly ambitious and evolving agenda. Elements of new wave and grungy post-hardcore are added to complete an almost combustible mixture. You can hear it in Eric Greenwood’s tense basslines and raw screams, in Heyward Sims incredibly imaginative guitar work and in Chris Powell’s propulsive drumming. Equal parts frantic and hypnotic, Death Becomes Even The Maiden allow all of those competing dynamics to rise to the surface and become their greatest strength.
Closing In
The Chop
