It had been four years since
Strung Out
's last album,
Twisted by Design
, but it was well worth the wait.
An American Paradox
finds the group as hard hitting as ever, their music still a machine-gun fire of heavy-hitting sounds blending
hardcore punk
and lashings of
metal
frothed with harmonies and whipped up by the strong melodies. Behind the power and fury of the music, however, lies the eloquence of the lyrics, the band's true forte. Pretty much anyone can play raging
hardcore
, but
does it better and with more conviction than most; it's their words that truly connect them to the audience. Theirs is the lyricism of an all-night talk-fest, when suddenly thoughts crystallize and words become inspired and effortlessly skewer, amplify, and clarify salient discussion points. Even as
Jason Cruz
pours forth on
"Alien Amplifier,"
"I'm wasting precious time on words that never seem to get through to anybody else," he's capturing the frustration of writer's block, the inner confusion of the tongue-tied who can never spit out the words they mean, the fury at the world's inability to communicate. With
"The Kids,"
the quintet encapsulates teenaged nihilism, the overwhelming desire to tear the world down and build it up again afresh.
The Sex Pistols
raged about anarchy, but
is more nuanced and recognizes the hope that lives within destruction. That destructive force is taken into the personal realm on
"Kill Your Scene,"
a furious assault on drama queens (or kings). Television gets an equal comeuppance and even sex gets a look, if an uncomfortable one, as does L.A. itself on
"Cemetery,"
whose haunting line, "The sun holds no regrets/The natives sway under arrest/As all the stars fall from the sky," is sure to resonate with anyone familiar with the city of angels. The title track strikes out at a myriad of cultural touchstones, a meaty song meant for listeners to mull over. ~ Jo-Ann Greene