Reminiscent of bands like Slayer or any 90s punk group, Dealer creates organized chaos with their EP, Don’t Worry I Got You Man. They packed a lot into each song on this record. They put everything into it, from solos, to thrash metal, to a vocalist combining the sound of a bad Tom Araya and Bruce Dickinson, (which sounds like an angsty teenager who wants to scream but can’t). The instrumentals are extremely well done, but the main vocalist kind of ruins it for me.
The first track, “House Wins,” made me feel like I was listening to a Slayer cover band, and once the vocals came in, I was right. They were very screechy, howling, and fast, making it clear to me how big of an influence the mega-metal stars are on this group. I understand that the trash/hardcore mix guarantees ‘unique’ vocal timbre, but I was annoyed. I couldn’t understand a word that was said and, with each whine that I heard, I increasingly lost more and more interest. It’s a damn shame too because the instrumentals really shine and even the production style will make feel like you are back in your mom’s basement, jamming out to your favourite metal record. The songs are well-structured and well-written, and they don’t feel too short (even though the average length of each song is three minutes). There was so much talent and virtuosity put into this record but, as I’ve said before, the vocals are where these guys fall flat.
Personally, I didn’t very much care for them, but you might have a different opinion! I’m not an old-school metalhead by any means, I do, however, understand where this band’s roots lie and I respect them for attempting to bring back thrash. If you’re looking for old-school thrash-metal in these ‘new-school’ times then grow out that greasy hair of yours and headbang to Dealer.
Written by Rian Cunningham
*edited by Danielle Kenedy