Suicidal Tendencies are something of an enigma. With the release of their self-titled debut in 1983 they were at the forefront of punk’s burgeoning expansion into sonic abrasion and metallic leanings, along with D.R.I. and S.O.D. in the states and The Exploited and Discharge in the UK. We’ll omit the commercial direction that Suicidal Tendencies took in later years for the sake of brevity. What concerns us here is the overt vulnerability couched within music of nihilism and aggression that just screams Reagan era discontent. I’d hesitate to call this a precursor to metal’s move toward emotional sincerity that gained a foothold in the late 90s, for the simple reason that ‘Suicidal Tendencies’ the album is such a sloppy, honest, urgent articulation of young disaffection that grew out of capitalism’s final form under Reagan. It’s there in the artist’s name after all. There is naivety to the execution here that stands in stark contrast to the slick alt metal of the following decade.
The music displays a greater scope of influences and emotive variety than their contemporaries. There are plenty of high-speed thrash onslaughts, replete with dirt simple atonal riffing, air-raid siren like high-end fretboard murder, and stream-of-conscience lyrics belted forth quicker than conscious absorption will allow. But Suicidal Tendencies are not afraid to indulge their poppy side, working to fully integrate this into the thrash elements, to the point where they present as the most natural thing in the world. Many of the songs drop into a groove or swing breakdown, supplementing the intensity with bluesy whimsy and humour, tempering the emotional barrage of the lyrics.
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This is also demonstrative of the musicianship on display here. There’s obvious talent behind the guitar leads which rival many contemporary metal bands for their virtuosity. There’s the tight rhythmic underpinning, with drums able to switch from proto blast-beats to rock solid grooves without (literally) missing a beat. And of course there’s Mike Muir vocals, which switch from full throated shouting (‘I shot Reagan’) to passionate spoken word (‘Institutionalized’) to moments of desperately out of tune singing (‘Subliminal’). Others have tried to imitate this style, but there’s rawness to this performance that is difficult to replicate. There’s no denying its abrasion, but the underlying messages of political disillusionment, mental health crises, and the sense of betrayal at the fact that 1980s America was the best the previous generation could offer the world, all find themselves siphoned through this unmistakable pressure valve of desperation.
Their willingness to dilute hardcore punk’s deliberately self-limiting quest to launch blunt sonic projectiles at a society choking on its own nihilism with playful pop sensibilities would ultimately be their downfall. But on ‘Suicidal Tendencies’, the drive to work in playful musical flourishes, to supplement the relentless ambiguity of atonal power chord barrages with catchy pop riffs and unexpected rhythmic breakdowns, all make this album a worthy blueprint that resonated down the generations, a schematic still revisited to this day. Although the actual significance of this album found its outlet in the garish and maligned groove/funk/nu unholy trinity of fiscally motivated crassness, the line that Suicidal Tendencies managed to walk between pop, punk, and metal has much to teach us today. This is a direct, sincere, and often discomforting expression of the breadth of human emotion and dispositions, profoundly resonant in its imperfections. A complete warts and all recounting of the human condition as experienced by the American youth in the 80s is bound to have more re-listenability than the tunnel vision surrender to autocracy.
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A great debut album. Like you said, a shame about their later direction.
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