There are two songs on Sufferer that sound different from the rest, the first being less-so than the other. On Siren Song of the Counter Culture, the one song that stood out from the rest of the album was undoubtedly "Swing Life Away", as it was an acoustic song, and predictably appealed to a wide range of people, making it feel like a gimmicky inclusion. Other standout songs are "Drones", which begins with a thundering bass intro and becomes one of the heavier numbers, and "Worth Dying For", a speedy number that initially sounds like a throwback to something from Revolutions Per Minute starts off with the memorable lyric " Set me off like dynamite strapped tight around my waist / We are the ones in competition but claim this ain't no race." However, the shortest song, "Bricks", sounds like it came straight from The Unraveling or Revolutions Per Minute clocking in at a brisk 1:30 and displaying the speed their older material often consisted of, making it a highlight of the album and one of my personal favorite tracks.
Only two songs fall under three minutes in length, which seems about right at this point as they have slowly evolved from a band with mostly short songs to writing longer, less straightforward tunes. In some respects, The Sufferer and the Witness is faster and heavier than Siren Song of the Counter Culture, but those awesome, soaring choruses that allow Tim McIlrath to show off his vocals are still there along with the tasteful guitar solos, as always. Whereas their last album had a sound that mixed their own style established on Revolutions Per Minute with a sound more akin to Atlantic-era Bad Religion, The Sufferer and the Witness expands on it a bit, adding a noticeable increase in bass volume that gives some of the songs added kick and heaviness that was lacking a bit on Siren Song of the Counter Culture. They continue to write (mostly) fast, melodic hardcore punk that wouldn't sound out of place in Fat Wreck's catalogue. Once you've finished rejoicing over the fact that Rise Against decided not to use clip art to present their new album, you'll pop it in and notice that The Sufferer and the Witness is anything but a far cry from the rest of their material, which is a good thing. And it doesn't have shitty artwork that Siren Song of the Counter Culture did! Hooray! That said, The Sufferer and the Witness more or less starts off right where their major label debut, Siren Song of the Counter Culture ended. Rise Against continues to prove that a major label doesn't mean shit when it comes to writing their music, which is one of the small reasons I like them so much. It's always nice when a band that exhibited incredible promise coming up through indie labels continues to show evolution without distancing themselves from their roots once they've hit major label status. Thank God there's a heaven after all he's gone through, I can at least know that he's at peace now.Rise Against – The Sufferer and the Witness - Geffen, 2006 How long had I been a witness, watching his suffering and fear that he experienced daily for the last seven years of his life? How long had he been a sufferer, reliving the pain and fear of his past? "I.I knew we would win."Īnd then he was gone, his last warm breath of life passing from between his lips. He smiles at my words, leaving his suffering and worry behind. America won." My voice cracks, and I choke back tears. "Hitler is dead, and Germany has fallen.we won. Sometimes he thought I was a doctor in the army barracks, keeping him alive.and sometimes he knew I was his son, like at that last moment, the moment I stood by his side, waiting for him to depart from the world forever. Sometimes he thought I was Craig, his best friend when he fought in Germany. Of course, he tried to connect me to the war as well, trying to figure out what part I played in it.
Arthur got killed in the war.Īs he got sicker, he began to think he was still living in the war. He told me about Robert's night terrors, and Arthur's fiance.they never had the chance to get married, though. He told me about his friends, talking over shared cigarettes. He told me about air raids, the discoveries of the concentration camps, and the hellish things that happened there. It seemed he could never get a break.īack when his mind was clearer, he told me about the things he saw. He had been a soldier in World War II, and the memories still haunted him through flashbacks and dreams.Alzheimer's, too.
"The war.have we won the war? Has Germany fallen?" "Daniel," he whispered, beckoning for me to come close.
#ART SIMILAR TO THE SUFFERER AND THE WITNESS SKIN#
His face had become calm, his once blue eyes clouded with glaucoma, his skin yellowed and wrinkled like old paper. I stood by my father's deathbed, watching as he took his dying breaths.
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