Davey Suicide is ready to set the world ablaze. On his self-titled debut album, the Los Angeles insurgent injects gutter grit back into rock ‘n’ roll. It’s been far too long since a rebel raged through town with distortion blaring, middle fingers in the air, girls dropping their panties, and flames everywhere. Flanked by bandmates Frankie Sil [Bass], Ben Graves [Drums], Needlz [Keyboards], and Eric Griffin [Guitar], he distills heavy metal, industrial, and punk into anthems that are as corrosive as they are catchy. Whether or not you’re prepared, Suicide has arrived.
As a kid, he always knew the “safe” life wasn’t for him. In order to tune out the fights of a broken home and the pressures of church, he’d crank Guns N’ Roses, Pantera, and Metallica on his stereo and play guitar as loud as his small Peavey amp would allow.
Music kept him away from drugs and other trouble, and his three patron saints became Axl Rose, Marilyn Manson, and Eminem. Beyond adorning his arm within a tattoo tapestry, he learned one important thing from these icons that eventually inspired him to move from the East Coast to Hollywood.
“It’s important to pave your own road,” declares Suicide. “I hit a ceiling. I had some opportunities that slipped away, and I woke up one day with the idea of ‘Davey Suicide’. I needed a constant reminder that we’re all in the driver’s seat. If I give up on myself, shit’s not going to go the way I want it to. I’d rather live by my rules than feel like I’m stuck inside a box. It’s about believing in yourself. Put your trust in Suicide.”
You can begin with the fourteen songs on the album. The first single “Generation Fuck Star” thrashes with intense industrialized guitar and an arena-ready hook. With a music video concept penned by Suicide himself, “Generation Fuck Star” is an unforgettable calling card both sonically and visually.
“It sets the tone,” he affirms. “It represents leaving all of your baggage behind. I’m breaking free from all of the things that have plagued me for years and becoming comfortable in my skin. It speaks to kids who have grown up in fucked up situations. So much watered down bullshit is forced upon the masses. People like the Kardashians get super famous for being talentless. I want to break that mold. We live all of this. This isn’t a costume.”
What you see is what you get, and Suicide isn’t pulling any punches. Targeting hypocrisy, his unbridled honesty courses through the synth snarl of “Sick Suicide” and the stomping riff bitchslap of “Grab a Gun & Hide Your Morals.”
He sighs, “A lot of people choose to be religious because they’re scared of going to Hell. Do something because you mean it not because you’re afraid of the consequences. The thought might be villainous or shocking to what the social standard is. I’m not saying anything untrue though. If people want to believe the façade, I’m going to expose it.”
He also deliberately leaves no emotion untouched. Tracks like “Hustler Queen” and “Uncross Your Legs” ooze a dirty charm, while “I’ll Take a Bullet for You” is a mournful addiction elegy carried by a faint acoustic melody.
On stage, it comes together with a brutal bombast. For Suicide, the show is paramount. “We’ve assembled five guys who are essentially frontmen in their own right,” he adds. “I wanted to have all of the bullets in the chamber and fire them off at once. That’s what we’re about to do.”
That blast is going to leave a big mark, and things may never be the same. Welcome to generation fuck star, and say hello to your new leader, Davey Suicide. — Rick Florino, April 2012