Honeywell - Industry | The Shape of Screamo to Come
Release Information:
1993
Mollycoddle Records
Corona, CA (SoCal)
Runtime: 33:02
Tracks: 9
Band Members:
Bobby Sell (Vocals, Bass)
Ryan Hilderbrand (Guitar)
Jimmy Lewis (Guitar)
Ryan Elliot (Drums)
Genres, Influences and Characteristics:
Screamo, Noise Rock, Proto-Emoviolence, Hardcore, Chaotic, Frantic, Menacing, Dynamic
Musical Analysis:
Holy Hell is this a tremendous leap forward for the genre! Discord is the objective for this album and through a mix of frenzied Powerviolen e-esque tracks radiating with malice, ominous mid-tempo songs that journey through darkness and agony, and noisy, formless sections that impart tension unto the listener. Buttoning up this intimidating combination of elements is a sensational screamer who uses higher register vocals and various samples that fill in the gaps. These dynamics blend seamlessly, creating a robust package with harsh but surprisingly clear production values.
Historical Analysis:
Is this the first Screamo album? Arguably, yes! Previous iterations of this genre in practice tended to haphazardly combine the brutality of Hardcore with the melody and dynamics of Emocore to mixed results. This full-length is one of the very first to synthesize the two together so smoothly, actually sounding like a proper Screamo album. Furthermore, Honeywell took it up a notch by adding in elements of Powerviolence, earlier than pretty much anyone else. Couple all of that with the foreboding atmosphere of the Noise sections and you have
Lyrical Analysis:
Honeywell’s direct and confrontational lyrics, screamed with intensity and emotion, are relatively standard in terms of subject matter in the Hardcore scene at this time. Bobby Sell’s lyrics deal with social issues like homophobia, religious indoctrination, capitalism and oppression. The anger of his delivery invokes immediacy on all of these outward problems, but self-reflection is an important part of this album’s lyrical journey as well. Holding yourself accountable for shitty thoughts, being stuck in perpetual depressive cycles and living under collective misery are a few of the introspective concepts dissected through this prose.
