I’ve spent an inordinate amount of the last twelve months mourning The Chariot. No band has, and probably won’t ever, come close to matching their live shows. People would come to their shows, stand there, and hate the music, go home and yet somehow wind up checking their CDs out. They’d be absorbed by the music and wind up dying to know when they’d be rolling into town next.
This is exactly the same experience I had with Perth natives Statues. I saw them on Northlane’s Singularity release tour, and while it was fun to see their guitarist throw down on the bar of the Annandale, I thought they were a poor man’s Dillinger. I was a blithering idiot, because I got their Wait For Calm 7″ and had the exact same experience I described above. So, naturally, when I heard they were releasing their debut full-length, Together We’re Alone, I jumped on it like a hobo on a jar of hooch.
Be under no illusions: Together We’re Alone is the first record I’ve heard from 2015, and I expect it to be in my top ten list at the end of the year. Statues do mathcore (ugh) with southern rock sensibilities in much the same vein as, hey, The Chariot! There’s even a quirky little gospel style track, ‘I Want Peace’, that marks the halfway point of the album. From the opening drum beat of ‘All Fears Are Learned, All Victories Are Earned’ to the closing refrains of ‘Within Arms Reach’ and vocalist Jayme Van Keulen screeches “maybe home’s not as faaaar as we thooooooooought!”, it is sheer class.
The mix is flawless, the jusicianship is sublime, and the bass guitar, being mixed so prominently, gives the album a depth that many hardcore songs lack. The lyrics are heart-wrenching, cathartic and made for sing alongs in the pit. My personal favourite songs are ‘Within Arms Reach’, because it’s a great all rounder, and ‘Abide’, because it’s as heavy as a thousand suns, but most bands would kill to have any of these tracks in their back catalogue.
Long story short: Statues have set a very high bar for 2015. Learn the songs so you can throw down and sing along when they hit up your local youthie.