We’re suddenly in a world where every hardcore band can emulate the styles and sounds that only the most privileged of their 1990s forebears could afford: the Butch Vig crunch, the Ross Robinson bite, the Flood/Alan Moulder atmosphere. Former scrappy upstarts Turnstile and Code Orange have garnered Grammy nominations for their populist alt-rock and glitchy metalcore, respectively. And while Vein.fm maintain a caustic quality that excludes them from the heights of their former tourmates, their nü-metal-tinged sound has found an audience among DIY crowds that might’ve once disparaged that maligned genre’s flashy signifiers.
Less than two years after the Massachusetts group’s 2018 breakout, Errorzone, they unceremoniously dumped a demo by a side project called Fleshwater onto their social media accounts. Compared to their primary project, these three rough-hewn but impressive songs were sexier, more melodic, and choosier about flashing their hardcore credentials in service of brutal beatdowns. The methodical back half of Vein’s pandemic-delayed 2022 follow-up, This World Is Going to Ruin You, suggested spillover between the projects. But even after the Fleshwater demo and Vein’s recent album, the sleek beast that is We’re Not Here to Be Loved shatters expectations.
The demo definitely had songs—hooky, kinetic compositions that went far beyond snoozy “hardcore band goes shoegaze” stereotypes—but it lacked the crisp precision that the style demands. For We’re Not Here to Be Loved, the group enlisted Converge guitarist Kurt Ballou to record and mix. Fleshwater—which consists of Vein members Anthony DiDio, Jeremy Martin, and Matt Wood alongside singer/guitarist Marisa Shirar—prove themselves capable of mimicking eclectic ‘90s influences at a mile a minute. Paired with Ballou, they form a too-big-to-fail braintrust among a sea of likeminded hardcore castoffs.
Play a random five-second clip of We’re Not Here to Be Loved and you can spot the touchstones. Opener “Baldpate Driver” immediately shoves Hum and Deftones’ hi-sheen shoegaze down your throat. “The Razor’s Apple” is a mini-symphony of anthemic riffs that recall both Thrice and “Everlong.” The one demo holdover, “Linda Claire,” boasts a grungy strut that sounds impossible to play without a bass slung as low as Krist Novoselic’s. Every young rock band apes the ‘90s now. Yawn. Fleshwater melt down an entire CD binder’s worth of classics and sculpt an alternate timeline out of the pliable remnants.
With their basements-to-breakbeats trajectory, Vein have made it clear they are uninterested in the boundaries of bygone scenes. That mindset carries over to We’re Not Here to Be Loved, rendering it an alt-rock playground where rock-radio power chords leech momentum from squeals of feedback, blastbeats punctuate the half-time choruses, and a bold cover of Post’s “Enjoy” bolsters the theory that Björk could’ve been the queen of nü-metal, had she wanted to. The range of influences might be limited to a specific era, and Fleshwater are anything but “genre-mashers,” but they’re such exacting synthesists that their innate hardcore energy wrings new life out of these dated-but-trendy sounds.
