"We were definitely out of control on our first tour, Ozzfest 2001," Mr. Banks admits. "It wasn't enough to just play our music; we also had to fire shotguns on stage and throw pigheads at the crowd. Chalk it up to a desperate bid for attention." The Head Charge rap sheet - which also includes getting into bloody brawls with their fans, smashing equipment they couldn't afford to replace, reacquainting themselves with hard drugs and occasionally being locked up by the enraged fuzz - has served to obscure the fact that these free spirits play the shit out of their instruments and make brutally powerful music of uncommon distinction.
But this distorted (though hardly inaccurate) perception of the band will likely change with the release of The Feeding, a seething mass of avant metal, nightmare grindcore and moshpit rock that alternates between pummeling ferocity and passages of all-out grandeur. It's a stunning display of primally extreme music that's guaranteed to scare the hell out of your parents.
The album had its genesis during the limbo in which AHC found themselves after touring intensively behind their acclaimed 2001 debut, The War of Art, two years of prolonged exile from the road and ongoing internal tumult that found several band members in a virtual death match with their personal demons. Three guys in the band jumped into the chemical deep end and two of them went back to rehab, guitarist Bryan Ottoson ruefully recounts. "It got so bad I was nearly checked into a psychiatric unit for suicidal behavior."
Inevitably, their struggles begat rage, and that could've paralyzed them. But what sets Head Charge apart is an almost alchemical ability to transform their rage - at the world, each other and (perhaps most of all) themselves - into dark art. Hence, the worse their situation got, the more inspired they became, as singer Cock and bassist/guitarist Mr. Banks - now collaborating with Ottoson and keyboard manipulator Justin Fowler - stirred up a cauldron of new songs and brought them to seething life with drummer Christopher Emery. While the band's old label turned a deaf ear to their bold sonic forays, emerging producer Greg Fidelman, who'd engineered the Rick Rubin-produced first album, embraced the band's new material. The band managed to get out of their deal, and sign with Nitrus/DRT. "Rick Rubin was gracious enough to let us leave American Recordings without hassle. It could have been a litigious nightmare" adds Mr. Banks.
With Fidelman at the helm, Head Charge spent four months on the album, and it evidences an unlikely, previously dormant self-discipline. Tellingly, whereas the sprawling The War of Art ran well over an hour, as if they could barely control their wild-eyed impulses, The Feeding clocks in at a dense 41 minutes, the compression serving to intensify their fury. The opener and first single "Loyalty" sets the record's brutal tone, as Cock spews recriminations with frightful conviction while also revealing a scarred humanity in his natural voice, a captivating tenor that sounds like the troubled emanations of some fallen angel. "Dirty" would be an infectious, balls-out rocker were it not for Cock's Satanic howling, which transforms it into the soundtrack to an exorcism. "Walk Away" delivers a hyper-melodic, gloriously anthemic chorus, then proceeds to hack it to pieces in characteristically deranged fashion. Easy listening this ain't. And yet the closing "To Be Me" achieves something close to serenity, like the eerie calm after a thunderstorm - or a nuclear holocaust. "It's almost hopeful" Mr. Banks acknowledges, sounding like he can hardly believe it himself.
There's a line in "Walk Away" that perfectly encapsulates this tormented but inspired band: "We're dirty and hungry and bitter and tired and broke and bruised and battered," Cock shrieks in agony and defiance, adding, with all due irony, "so happy." Although Cock is the band's primary lyricist, it was Mr. Banks who came up with the words (he admits, quite unnecessarily, that he was in a bad state at the time). Mr. Banks recited the line his partner, who knew right away that it would drop right into the hole he was looking to fill in the song's crucial bridge section. "For a while," Mr. Banks says, "that's what we wanted to call the album - with no spaces between the words. It just says it all."
Also in the cosmic coincidence department is the filigreed, intertwined guitar figure that opens and closes the boldly provocative "Ridiculed," The Feeding's roiling centerpiece. The part is actually two guitars, and the parts were conjured up simultaneously by Ottoson and Cock - in two separate parts of the studio, out of hearing of each other. At the same moment, each of them entered the main room eager to play their new creations to the other band members and Fidelman. Only then did everyone realize that the two parts magically interlocked. Divine intervention. With this crew, that's highly unlikely - unless God has a truly twisted sense of humor (and with AHC there's plenty of circumstantial evidence to support that hypothesis).
Mr. Banks describes his band's dynamic as "a constant battle between Order and Chaos," and that's an apt description of the corrosive yet savagely beautiful sonic onslaught AHC delivers on The Feeding. In the end, Order prevails - if just barely - which is a good thing for American Head Charge and their ever-growing legion of fans. If Chaos had come out on top, this dangerously self-destructive but supremely talented band would've surely imploded, leaving nothing but wrecked gear, lost souls and mangled body parts. Instead, with all their limbs still attached and pulsing with the endorphins of catharsis, AHC will spend 2005 on the road - and this time, hopefully, not the road to perdition.
Bryan Ottoson passed away on April 19th, 2005 in his sleep on the band's tour bus while supporting Mudvayne. Many reports concluded it to be the result of an accidental prescription drug overdose. After being diagnosed with a severe case of strep throat, he was prescribed penicillin and an unknown pain killer. He, unknowingly, developed pneumonia and the strep throat got worse. He was found in his bunk after members of the band attempted to wake him before a performance.
Also, Christopher Emery was fired from American Head Charge onstage on the 11th of February 2006. So who is to say that Chaos isn't prevailing in the long run?
On April 3rd, 2007 American Head Charge will release a CD/DVD combo titled "Can't Stop The Machine". The DVD will feature a complete retrospective of the bands career from the early days signing to Rick Rubin's American recordings, interviews with all band member, performing live on Ozzfest 2001, worldwide tours with Slipknot, Mudvayne, Static-X, and more.
Also a look behind the scene at making both "The War of Art" and "The Feeding" Albums. It will also include all of the bands videos and a special tribute to late guitarist Bryan Daniel Ottoson. The CD will feature live recordings, remixes, and other unreleased material.
Unfortunately, due to lead singer Cameron Heacock's “inability to continue on a musical career path,” the band disbanded August 11th, 2009.
In June 2011 There were tweets on bassist Chad Hanks' twitter regarding American Head Charge reforming with a new drummer. Hanks also stated that there is a new Facebook page called American Head Charge (Official).
Breathe In Bleed Out Version )
American Head Charge Lyrics
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Keep the hate alive (Abuse it)
Your lips are tight when I (To keep it from)
Cover them with mine (Running you)
This is a sickness (Need it)
You cannot conceive (Mistreat it)
It takes the quiet (It's all that's left)
To not exceed (Breathe in, bleed out)
Where is your comfort now
Its on the way out
Where are your reasons now
They're all worn out
My throat is tight when I (Pull it)
Keep the hate alive (Push it)
Your lips are dry when I (Tie it up in)
Cover them with mine (Knots and)
Its an affliction (Lose it)
Nothing comes to mind (Let go of it)
Its nonstrategic (All to keep it soft and cold)
Nothing comes to mind (Breathe in, bleed out)
Where is your comfort now
Its on the way out
Where are your reasons now
They're all worn out
The lyrics of "Breathe In Bleed Out" by American Head Charge touch on the theme of a toxic relationship in which both partners are indulging in a vicious cycle of abuse and manipulation. From the opening lines, it becomes clear that the singer is perpetuating the harmful dynamics in their relationship. They "stain" their throat with the dryness that comes from choking back their emotions, while keeping "the hate alive" by continuously fueling their resentments.
The chorus of the song highlights the futility of this kind of behavior, as the characters in the song are left without comfort or reason. It is as if their emotional and mental states have become so depleted that they are barely able to function. The only respite from the torment seems to come from the act of breathing - hence the title of the song, "Breathe In Bleed Out."
As the second verse unfolds, the lyrics paint a picture of a relationship that is built on nothing but pain and misery. The singer acknowledges that their behavior is an "affliction" - something that causes suffering - and that there seems to be no way out of the cycle of abuse. The final lines of both verses sum up the situation well: "It takes the quiet / To not exceed." It is only in moments of calm that the characters in the song are able to keep their pain from boiling over.
Line by Line Meaning
My throat is dry when I (Stain it)
I feel the need to express my rage or negative emotions, causing my throat to become dry.
Keep the hate alive (Abuse it)
I want to maintain my grudge or hateful feelings towards someone, even going as far as to feed and fuel it.
Your lips are tight when I (To keep it from)
You try to keep yourself from commenting or reacting, but I force myself onto you.
Cover them with mine (Running you)
I overpower you and smother you with my own lips and aggression.
This is a sickness (Need it)
This behavior and mindset that I have is unhealthy, but I can't seem to stop or let go of it.
You cannot conceive (Mistreat it)
You cannot understand or empathize with my behavior, and I continue to mistreat or harm you because of it.
It takes the quiet (It's all that's left)
The only thing that can calm or soothe me is silence or stillness.
To not exceed (Breathe in, bleed out)
I try to control my intense emotions and impulses by taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly.
Where is your comfort now
Where do you find solace or peace in this situation?
Its on the way out
You are losing your sense of comfort or security, and it is fading away.
Where are your reasons now
Where are the justifications or explanations for your actions or beliefs?
They're all worn out
They have become weak or ineffective, and can no longer hold up to scrutiny or questioning.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Antonina Armato, Nick Mundy
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River Sutcliffe
Love this band!$
Ju Jam
So under Rated, good vibrations !!
DIESELDOESDURBS
Fuck yeah still gets me going