Michael Beinhorn: “I Never Felt That Sonically Their Records Were Saying A Whole Lot”

Michael Beinhorn is a legendary producer who’s work has spanned over four decades and countless genres. He has helmed the boards for some of the most iconic albums of all time from Soundgarden‘s ‘Superunknown’ to Soul Asylum‘s ‘Grave Dancer’s Union’.  Michael’s work with Hole on their breakout album, ‘Celebrity Skin’, netted him one of his four Grammy nominations over his illustrious career. Continue reading

Review: MELT – S/T [Album Stream + Live Performance Video]

 

Melt hails from Toulouse, France. The band originally formed as a duo in 2007 when Charlotte and Olivier met. Charlotte at times has used several aliases including Shiro. Olivier adds about Charlotte “there would be no band without her.” They quickly recorded their first demos which they deemed as “a powerful and personal rock, finding its full emotional potential on stage.” Charlotte’s singing comes from a crisis during in which she went crazy and untied herself from the real world. Her lyrics are oniric, a mix of english and imaginary invented language, disconnected from the “real” world, again. Melt sought out additional members and the lineup currently consists of Olivier (guitar), Roméo (drums), Charlotte/Shiro (guitar and vocals) and Julien (Bass). The band’s music is an unexpected mix between metal and cold wave tragic melodies. The band released a self titled EP in 2015 consisting of 4 tracks “Stigmata”, “Cypher”, “Blast” and “Opikanoba”. Those tracks along with 4 additional tracks make up the bands debut album. Melt released their self titled debut album on December 3rd, 2017. The album was recorded, mixed and mastered in a small studio in Saint Antonin, France, the studio doesn’t really have a name, and it was the producers debut working with a band other than his own. So it turned out to be both a debut for the band and the producer. The album is self released by the band and you can hear it below or pick up a copy via bandcamp here.

 

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