Trifixion – A Utopia for the Damned

Just listen to the intro sequence of “Freedom of the Maladjusted”, a moody and practiced strait of subdued, eerie tapping and depression inducing melodies which segues into a wonderful piano part before being eclipsed by the standard brutality. This moment or so assures me that Trifixion, when they’re ‘on’, can write some damn effective music. You’ll hear this throughout the album, in small pieces of the bridges between verses, or surrounding the admittedly well written leads, yet its clearly in the minority, and when they get heavier, they really fail to find a voice for themselves among such a massive crowd of hopefuls and veterans. I wouldn’t fuck with these gentlemen at a pub, mind you, because they’ve clearly got the muscle required of this genre. But so much of this debut thirsts for superior notation that it becomes difficult to recall even a faint few moments after the smoke clears and the cannons fall mute. The potential is insane here, but the music treads a too-commonly trampled path.