Review: Scarve


If there have ever been two words in total mutual opposition to each other it’s “French” and “music.”  You might think I jest, but I do not.  France has given us many wonders: cinematic, architectural, artistic and of course their fine cuisine and lets not forget French bread, no self respecting man eats spaghetti smothered in tomato sauce without French bread slathered in butter, but France just does not give the world music.  It might try, oh and there’s been exceptions, but not many.  Well, obviously I’m building to something so here it is: what I have here before me is a CD by a French death metal band, and it’s good.  Now, death metal is music, regardless of what many people might say, and Scarve is French so this puts the words French and Music back into a harmonic relationship for the first time since Maurice Ravel.

Scarve’s brand of death metal is technically precise, industrialized mayhem.  The vocals cover a wide range but for the most part stick to the “Aaarrgghh” death metal style we’ve all grown accustomed to.  The music is a delight: jumping hither and thither, dancing, swaying, twirling.  I might just have to pull out a word I never like to use, but they’re forcing me.  It must be kind of true if I’m going to do it.  I’m going to put a prefix on the word because it’s never fully true without the prefix, but without any further ado, here we go…

Scarve is kind of, I guess, ahem, SEMI-ORIGINAL!  There it is.  There’s the word, “semi-original,” and now that it’s out there it can’t be taken back.  Oh, god, I hope they think I’m semi-original too.  I’ll just die if they don’t.