Essay title: Cold
Kelley – guitar
Scooter – vocals/guitar
Jeremy – bass
Sam – drums
Terry – guitar
After the dawn of Alternative Rock, dozens of bands began focusing their negative energy to create spiteful songs that resonated with crashing guitars and howling, pain-stricken vocals. Depression and frustration became the emotional conditions of the hour, and the music scene became glutted with groups that either feigned despair, or were so bleak they became inextricably tangled in their own gloom.
Today, in an era where angst and volume have become passe, there are still a handful of bands that choose to internalize anguish and regurgitate it as a visceral, deeply moving melody. One of those is Jacksonville, Floridas Cold, but Cold arent your average self-immolating neo-grunge outfit. While numerous heavy riffing alternative bands wallow in their pain, Cold revel in the dark, celebrating its tense, inviting grip and embracing its all-consuming energy. “Im happy with the darkness,” says frontman Scoot Ward. “Ive had a negative outlook for so long. And the way I see stuff has always been bleak, so Ive learned to make that good. I just like to write songs that express how I feel.”
Colds self-titled album voices the bands nihilistic outlook with lumbering beats, twisting guitar lines, surging rhythms and rough, raspy vocals. But while the group is certainly in touch with its inner hostility, the members are also aware that beauty and ugliness need to co-exist in order to present a balanced equation. “Were influenced by lots of different stuff, not just heavy music,” says Ward. “We like Tool and Black Sabbath, but we also love Radiohead and even Sarah McLachlan. I was really into the Cure and Depeche Mode when I was growing up, and Sam was really into Kiss and Sabbath. Our stuff is just a mixture of all the things we like. Theres nothing wrong with melody as long as its still got emotion in it.”
You can accuse Cold of being cynical or negative, but no one could possibly call them shallow or unfeeling. Their debut disc shudders with emotional revelations as cathartic as primal scream therapy. From the disoriented fury of Kelley Hayes guitar lines to the heartfelt hopelessness of Wards ravaged howls, Cold is a band thats not afraid to expose its true voice. The first single “Go Away,” which builds from a deep, bopping groove to a churning wall of despondency, is a rant against the selfish and ungrateful. “You look back, and cant imagine how people can be like that. But they are.”
Other songs on COLD are even more grim. “Serial Killer,” with its dense, buzzing guitars and frantic beat, is about a boy who seeks revenge on a serial killer who kidnapped