If ever a band was created for an epic singalong, it was Iron Chic. There’s that big feeling at the core of their soaring melodies as they build and rage, starting with a verse from Jason Lubrano and building to a gang singalong at the chorus in nearly every song. They’re songs that transcend the performers, taking on the personality and voice of an entire room.
The Constant One is just their second full-length after 2010’s Not Like This and a few 7”s. In that time the band has grown, become a bigger draw at Fest each year, and signed with Bridge Nine. All of that means that expectations are high for The Constant One and Iron Chic deliver as expected.
The new record doesn’t show much variation from their earlier work, drawing on the sound that has got them this far. As mentioned earlier, that relies on their soaring melodies and dual guitar interplay. It’s piled high with negative, self-aggressive lyrics that on paper bleed of anguish but are delivered in an uplifting hymn that picks up at each chorus, reclaimed as self-empowerment. They’re songs that intertwine and play, waiting for that big moment of stage-dives and holding the mic to the audience in cathartic singalong. Amazingly, it continues that pace over 11 songs without losing the emotion.
The key is in nuance and variation. The intro track is, well, an intro track, but other songs like “(Castle) Numbskull” and “Spooky Action at a Distance” mix things up nicely, peppering the familiar territory with tempo changes and some tonal blips to keep the listeners engaged. The hardest feat in melodic hardcore is writing songs that don’t all sound alike, and Iron Chic manages this well on The Constant One. While mixing it up, though, the band is ultimately graded on those soaring moments as in “Wolf Dix Rd.” and “True Miserable Experience,” which make some of the highlights. It’s music best suited for a loud environment and is best on a full sound system over headphones. While the songs are well varied from one to another, it would be nice to get a more variance in tone and even key over the course of 11 songs.
Lyrically there are snippets that pull at the core in several songs, from the misunderstood “you say I’m lacking in direction” of “Wolf Dix Rd.”—a song that has a bit of an Avail feel to me—to the call of “fuck the world when we’re done with it” in “Sounds Like a Pretty Brutal Murder.” They’re songs for the out-of-place youth and the frustrated employee; songs of celebrating one’s individual worth in a world hell-bent on denying it. Iron Chic’s power is in their ability to reach across the void, using their art to close the gap between the barrier and the floor.