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In September 2003 Death by Stereo
endured the most tumultuous event a band could fathom.
During a show at the Solar Haus in Blacksburg, Virginia,
Daniel Martin plunged two stories
to his death, sending the band into a period of
mourning and confusion. To darken the already black
times, the band learned that they had been named
in a multi-million dollar lawsuit filed by Martin’s
family.
But this is after all, Death by Stereo, they
wrote a song about the incident entitled “Forget
Regret,” expressing all the confusion, fear,
sadness and tension they experienced over the
loss. Oh yeah, they also wrote a few other bone-crushing
ditties, culminating in their most diverse sounding
and most meticulously crafted album to date, Death
for Life.
To ensure the band would see its finest work
come to fruition they enlisted the production
duo known as the Factory, a.k.a. Fred Archambault
and Bruce MacFarlane (Avenged Sevenfold, Eighteen
Visions). The result is a shinier and wiser version
of the Death by Stereo machine. Don’t fret,
they still have the pummeling double kicks and
shredding guitar fireworks, and front-man Efrem
Shulz still shifts from screech to croon more
effortlessly than ever, they just happen to be
more introspective and more insightful in their
punk-metal-core approach, they even serve up their
first ever ballad, “Forever and a Day.”
This is their fourth album and they’ve
got legal matters to deal with, so let em’
have the ballad, I hope it proves to be a crossover,
rock radio hit for them. They’ve earned
it.
www.deathbystereo.com
www.epitaph.com
Michael Davis –Michael was kicked out
of a Nepalese monastery at age seven (the chosen
educational destination for notable aristocrats
such as John Pierre, heir to the Lego empire,
and Harlem Globetrotter great, Meadowlark Lemon).
Forced to live and breathe off of his own dim-wits,
he trekked form city to city eating only cheese
and his own fingernails. He is a poor student
and cannot adhere to a deadline to save his life.
He displays the writing skills of a wombat, and
has the creativity of a sunflower. His slower
than molasses typing is that of a child and his
odor is downright appalling. Other than that he
is a joy to be around.
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