MY RUIN: ‘A Southern Revelation’ – Album Review

My Ruin : A Southern Revelation

‘A Southern Revelation’ is MY RUIN’S seventh full length studio album –  celebrating their staying power and their fiercely independent DIY ethic, together with their formidable strength, determination and dedication. Produced by Mick Murphy & Joel Stooksbury – it was recorded at Soundtrack Black Studio deep in the snow covered hills just outside of Knoxville, Tennesse in January 2011.

The album starts with ‘Tennessee Elegy’ which is an elegy (and a eulogy) of crumbling beauty. But it’s also like being tumbled through a stinking storm-hole into the pools of vomit and putrid decay that lay below. Cougar screams and lickspittle guitars flicker and flare across the landscape, while you gasp in futile desperation for a breath of dank air before you instinctively tense-up. During this relentless track you are in constant fearful anticipation of terrifying and immediate suffocation. Mick’s guitars sprinkle notes of anguish that are like rivulets of acid bursting from a torn chest.  Blood flows from the thick walls of sound, and it gloops towards the stinking gutters that harbour your soul. This song has so much pent up fury and undead passion … and Tairrie’s vocals soar out of the abyss with such desolation …  that all you feel is the bitterness of dreaded and total asphyxiation.

‘Highly Explosive’ has insistent riffs and a narrated ‘New Jersey’ sounding verse before the full flurry of a chorus that nearly garrotes you, before throwing you from the sheer-faced top ledge of a never-ending cliff. The manifestly disturbed lyrics, although melodically fluent, flay you alive. This song imparts a frenzied and deceitful malevolence.

‘Walk of Shame’ is an old time riff-heavy metal anthem about those self-styled ‘personalities’ who prowl and preen on the L.A. boulevards looking for easy stardom and trying hard to seize the most futile of opportunities. The sound incorporates some unlikely metallic funk. But the directness and purity of the passion is squeezed out, drop-by-drop. The song soon becomes aggressive and full of thrilling excitement. Then the voices and the guitars drill deep inside the soft and weaker sides of your inhibitions.

‘Deconsecrated’ is jam packed full of spirited drummery and dazzling virtuosity by both Mick and Tairrie B. The song drives hard, with a riveting fury, and it launches itself in a coherent attack upon your sensibilities with a fiery homage to the album’s title.

‘Middle Finger’ has all of the pair’s pent up anger and furious nature unleashed at last, like an enormous cathartic release of spewing hatred. This time they won’t be nice… and all you’ll get is the little finger. Smudgy sneers of guitar are smeared across the loosely flayed drums and the unending battery of shamelessly mocking voices.

‘Vultures’ is a lazy lament about a complicated friendship. This song slithers and wriggles out of the box before writhing, then darting, around your room with evil intent. It has caverns of deep guitar, amongst flumes of fluid voice, that seep into your mind, at first pleasing you, then deceiving you and then, ultimately, poisoning you.

The relentless scrambling of ‘Seventh Sacrament’ is reminiscent of work from the ‘Ghosts and Good Stories’ album.  The chorus is a rapidly penetrating ode with demonic outbursts of guitar from Mick adding searing heat to those monumental sounds.

‘Reckoning’  is a block and tackle classic rock tune with hooky, drilling riffs and head punching rhythms. Tairrie’s vocal strength is strained to perfection with a furious nature that disturbs your inner balance. Obsidian fragments of highly polished guitar tear off the uniforms from the bodies of the strewn enemy, before leaving their flags in shreds. The day of reckoning has arrived.

Grinding  track ‘The Soulless Beast’ is the musical equivalent of a bloody piece of offal. Scary, cold, and cut out from the living blood and flesh. As ominous and as seepingly wet as any sound could ever be. The shimmering eeriness of the low empty chords add to the darkness and the depth, creating the apocalyptic nature of this song’s intent. The sense of terror and desolation is very real. Any hope for salvation that you might have is  rapidly sought out, and quickly extinguished, with more up-tempo screeching and blazing flares of guitar.

‘Mean Street’ is My Ruin’s version of this Van Halen track from the ‘Fair Warning’ album. A roller and a bruiser. Obviously, this is as hard-as-nails and does not hold back on the glory, nor the sense of expectation. Radiant guitars tumble from the highest beacons, the riffs dig deep into the death defying high wire vocals, and the wordy verses chatter alongside the chariot-load of swaggering percussion.

A distinctive and truly imposing album from one of the best rock & roll metal bands of all time.

© Neil_Mach 05 Decemember 2011

‘A Southern Revelation’ available as a digital only 100% *Free Download* on the 7th of December 2011 exclusively via

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