“And all those broken promises I can’t face. Afraid if someone notices, I lose my place, fractured, broken, paralyzed. I need some space, tear me open, analyze. This isn’t me I used to say. All the love was so gone. It feels good to be alive. I’ve been dead for so long.” Demon Hunter – My Throat is an Open Grave
Demon hunter: A fictional character that is unshakable in his resolve to reach an end that is beyond his means as a corporeal human. He’s a being that’s so unyielding about his final objective that he creates a world consisting of fury and pain; yet he still sees the beauty and grace of the world in which he lives. Wedged between his inner turmoil and the reality of his existence; he has no choice but to adapt and keep moving.
The new self-titled album by Demon Hunter isn’t just another nu-metal album that steps up to the table with impotent metal riffs with shallow anthems of deceit and betrayal. Instead, it reads more like a series of letters from a faithful servant who is struggling. He’s struggling to deal with his inadequacies. He’s fighting to maintain his composure in the face of trials. He’s even struggling to stay faithful. He’s asking for help, and it’s clear that he needs it.
The entire concept of Demon Hunter is fairly ambiguous in nature. When the band was first trumpeted, shrouded in mystery, I (along with throngs of others) nearly dismissed it as an audacious attempt to get some press by making the whole group (and their past bands) one big secret (see Slipknot). This only leads the naysayer to a pre-determined conclusion that Demon Hunter has no redeeming value. This conclusion turned out to be not only premature and foolish, but flat out wrong.
Although vagueness seems to engulf them, the group pulls together a rock-solid album that is aggressive, remorseful, passionate, and painful. Listeners will be drawn into their world of Demon Hunter (to an intimate level at times) as you are guided by fiery lyrics, growling guitars, and amazing programming as you plot through the well-worn path of metal. It’s good that the hunters are out; you’re just lucky that they’re on your side.