DAY TWO: Saturday, February 9, 2008
The first order of business should have been Sodomy and Lust drum and bass tracks, but the drummer wanted to get some food in his stomach. So Sodomy was put on hold to allow Dart to munch on some Chinese food. In the meantime…
JT's guitar tracks were given the green light. I sat in and watched while Tony and Keith went into Damiyan's old room to warm up on 10-watt practice amps. Now that most of the rhythm parts and even some of the solos were already laid down, JT had little to no trouble blazing through the first two songs.
The highlight of those first two songs would definitely have to be when I went into the adjacent bathroom to relieve myself. I could hear him do his solo for "Toxic High" and was utterly floored. Well, as floored as one could get while holding his dick. I came out of the bathroom giving him major thumbs-up; it was just so… damn… *imitates JT's "excited" voice* awesome!
I must say I'm glad I stuck around to keep an eye on things; I was able to catch an instance in Tombs where JT's playing wasn't matching up with Tony's. I even had Tony come in to compare, and sure enough they were different. Trouble is that "different" is what JT had grown accustomed to playing over the past four months, so he had to pretty much re-learn the chorus and try and lay it down correctly in the same night. All this is addition to the eighteen bars of rhythm guitar he had to lay down for the middle solo section (Oh yes; his arm was tired too) His long solo for this song was a crazy heap of awe-inducing sweetness as well, so now the whole middle solo section really doesn't feel that long at all.
Well, we put it off as long as we could, but there was no delaying the inevitable: Sodomy and Lust drum and bass tracks were next on the agenda. After going through a practice run, Keith and I laid down a take that was almost perfect. Almost. Coming out of the guitar solos, the fill I executed messed up a little. I missed a tom and ended up rim-clicking it, and accidentally hit a cymbal in there, but I came back in on time. The rest of the song went off without a hitch, and when I thought about it, I wasn't going to try and run through it again. I had it 90% perfect, and if I were to try it again, chances are I wouldn't be able to get it as right as I had it. Besides, we were pressed for time, and Tony assured me that the rim-clicking sounds cool in some odd way.
Stepping up to the plate next was Tony with his sodomizing and lustful guitar tracks. The rhythm track went mostly fine. As with the rest of us, I think Tony needed more takes to get this one down than the others he did, but once he had it, all was gravy. His solo for this song was pretty much the only one he played "by the book", as in "true to the original version." That song has a very distinct solo, like "Love Song" by Tesla or "Am I Evil". Mess with it too much and it just doesn't sound right. Not like Troops of Doom; Jairo's intent with laying down the original solo for that song seemed to be "shredding in the key of spaz" so Tony was pretty much free to do whatever he wanted with it.
Finally, we had six-string thrashing from the J-Tizzle. And once again JT learned to play a part differently than how he'd been playing it for the past… forever. This time it was the verse part of Sodomy. By himself, without the other instruments to mask his playing, JT's riffing just didn't sound right. He had the correct frets and everything, but somehow it wasn't right. After going through a few takes like this, he ineptly stumbled on a way to play the riff which was… well, perfect! It sounded exactly like the version on the Sodom CD I have! After that, a couple more takes was all it took to put the rhythm track to rest.
Of course, we still had JT's solo to contend with. Like I said before, doing the solo to Sodomy and Lust requires a bit of loyalty to Frank Blackfire's original vision. We went through quite a few (Ten? Fifteen? JT's a picky bastard) takes before he finally settled on a solo he was happy with; it's not as thrashy as what you'd expect from us but it gets the job done while still sounding like the Sodom version. Huzzah!
JT, Keith, and I took off to Little Caesar's so Tony and Michael could set up for recording Tony's vocals. I tells ya, at five bucks a pie, ready made, you just can't beat Little Caesar's for convenience. It's not the best-tasting, and is only pepperoni or cheese, but when you've been building up a sweat all day, don't have that much cash, and are pressed for time, Little Caesar's is the way to go.
Gratuitous, shameless product placement aside, Tony's vocal tracks were probably the only thing we recorded outside of the main studio room. Which wasn't to say it was far away; he was positioned right outside the room, at the intersection between the empty, tiled hallway and the empty, tiled living room. "Lots of natural reverb" supposedly.
This part of the recording also bears the significance of having the biggest enforcement of the Uncle Bob rule. The mic Tony was singing into was very sensitive, so everybody had to shut up and sit still while it was going on. Kinda made me feel like Anne Frank, making nary a sound in an attic during the daytime while the factory workers downstairs recorded a thrash metal album. One peep and the Nazis'll get ya!
As you may have gleaned from what I've written so far, this recording experience was very "learn-as-you-go" in some places, some very apparent in the final product. As long as he's been the vocalist for this band, Tony's never really had a "defined" vocal style. Since all we mostly played were covers, he just changed his voice based on the song we were playing. This evening, Tony did come to a final vocal style that fit him, and you can actually hear the process through the recording.
In Troops of Doom, he sounded a lot like Max Cavalera. This hurt his voice a little, so he tweaked it for Toxic High, on which he sounded like Kurt Brecht from D.R.I. This suited his personality more but was not quite as comfortable on his throat. Finally he decided to see what it would be like to imitate Schmier from Destruction, and the result was that which we hear on Tombs of the Blind Dead. If you haven't listened to Destruction before, I would say think Joe Elliot from Def Leppard if he were to drink a bunch of root beer before performing. This style suited Tony the best, and was also the style he had the most fun with. On Sodomy and Lust, he was way into it, throwing in bursts of King-Diamond falsetto and "sex breathing" in with his Schmier-isms.
CLOSING THOUGHTS
As we were packing up to leave, Michael connected his console to our PA and let us have a listen of the un-mastered finished product. I cannot adequately describe the happiness I felt at hearing it; we actually sound like band! Not only that, but a better band, thanks to the little imperfections we focused on and corrected along the way! Which isn't to say it is perfect, are quite a few mistakes throughout, those both really obvious and those only obvious to us.
Maybe if we had stuck with only recording two songs, or had five days to record four songs with no work or school obligations, we would have been more nit-picky and the final product would actually sound… well, consistent, but I think the little flubs give the recording its own special charm. This is the sound of a very young, very raw band, still working out the kinks as we get ever closer to realizing our dream: an endorsement deal from Little Caesar's.
Michael said he's have it mastered and ready to go by sometime this week, at which time Tony and I shall receive an e-mail containing the finished product. When that happens, we shall put the music on the band's official MySpace and also be making hard copies to pass out to those who want them.
For this, another step in Hexlust's unrealistic conquest for the rock star life, I would like give a big warm thanks to my parents. Long after they were through making mortgage payments on the house, they were generous enough to allow my band to continue using it as ground-zero for noise every weekend.
Big thanks to Michael Barton, who was generous enough to lend us his equipment and patient enough to put up with our inexperience.
And thanks of course to Tone-deaf, Tarzan, and the J-Tizzle. Without you guys, my Friday and Saturday nights would be just another painful reminder of my never-ending single status.
