Released: 2013, Self-released
Reviewer: Peter Atkinson
For a band just releasing their debut, Montreal mob BornBroken sure are a pissed off bunch. You'd think they'd need a few years of thankless underground toil and record label misery to be this jaded and angry. But, as frontman Jesus Salazar threatens on “Control,” “Motherfucker, this is only the beginning.”
Their self-released, and self-explanatory, The Healing Powers of Hate is a 10-song long “fuck you” whose acerbic sentiments are driven home with a sonic Louisville Slugger upside the skull that channels Hatebreed and Pantera in equal measures. Indeed, the F-bomb in its many shapes and forms is pretty much the go-to when it comes to the lyrics here.
During “Birth of the Broken” Salazar blurts “fuck” here and there the way Tom Warrior inserted his signature death grunts back in the day with Celtic Frost, either for emphasis or simply to break the silence, as it were. Over the course of the entire album, though, the profanity loses most of its impact and simply becomes crass, or painfully predictable. A bit more eloquence and a bit less obscenity would have gotten the point across just as effectively. Just sayin.'
Musically, BornBroken are a more solid, and extremely heavy, lot. Simon Savard and Mike Decker's surging, Dimebag Darrell-inspired grooves hit like haymakers throughout, aided by the sort of dry, ultra-punchy production Terry Date used to achieve such brutal majesty with Pantera, Unearth, Deftones and on White Zombie's Astro Creep: 2000. The sound here is huge – especially for a self-released effort – clear and quite pummeling. Things can get a bit too metal-coreish in stretches on Hate, but when these guys stick to sheer blunt object metal they pack quite a wallop.