Textures seem to attract a good amount of hate for drawing influence from Meshuggah - a musical trait which appears to be enough in and of itself to condemn a band these days, for reasons which make little sense to me - and yet more hate for distilling that influence with crazy and never before heard things like atmospherics, melodies, and dynamics that move beyond the binary approach of "loud" and "slightly less loud". In a world where Cynic's Traced in Air is being hailed as the best death metal album of the millennium (what?), where Dream Theater is down to producing rehashed garbage that's being swallowed whole by fans who still consider them to be the greatest progressive metal band in existence, and where expressive bands like Unexpect are being spat on as the worst thing to ever happen to music... I am honestly not surprised. I suppose my tastes don't fall in line quite straight enough to write Textures off as just another casualty of the modern metal travesty, as it were.
The basic sound of textures isn't difficult to describe. One guitar plays a reasonably heavy and chugging riff, usually odd-timed, while another guitar either mimics the first throughout some of the heavier passages or soars overhead with airy, haunting, reverb and delay-laden melodic lines. There are keyboards, but there's no trace of any sort of keyboard lead - instead, the instrument is used to maintain an uncanny atmosphere which often borders on a feeling of bleak dystopia. As far as I can recall, the bass has never had much independence in this band, and that hasn't changed much on this album - it's still back there, doing its thing in line with the guitars and providing a deep bottom end. The drumming is beyond solid, as you would likely expect from any band that's even remotely associated with Meshuggah. However, it really needs to be said that Stef Broks has matured past simply mimicking the snare/bass polymetric style of Tomas Haake. His drumming is not nearly as mechanical or regimented, nor is it anywhere near as minimalistic or predictable. Stef's style of drumming is expectedly filled with myriad metric shifts and odd beats played at dizzying speeds with supreme accuracy, but the sense of sheer fury and conviction with which he slams his drums, his acute ear for dynamics, and his ability to craft an exciting atmosphere on account of his instrument alone are all things which help make this album, and this band, stand out from the legions of other Meshuggah imitators out there. The vocals are all over the place - most are done in a mid-range hardcore yell, though there are frequent episodes of melodic crooning and occasional lapses into low growls and high-pitched shrieks.
Instrumental work aside, the songwriting on this album can be hit or miss. The transition from raging sonic fury to soft-spoken melodic calm can be difficult to pull off successfully; the layering of these elements atop one another even more so - and this is where the band ultimately earns their moniker. There are, undeniably, moments of harsh failure on this album. "Awake" is more or less an awful song that starts off sounding like classic Devin Townsend, and then showcases exactly how not to do an extreme shift in dynamics and sort of just spirals downward from there until its unremarkable conclusion. The three songs which immediately follow "Awake" aren't bad, per se, but somewhat forgettable. Nothing particularly interesting happens, and in some ways they remind me of material off of the band's debut album Polars, only without the terrible vocals and with the musical ideas expanded to a degree - especially "Laments of an Icarus". I've never been a fan of Polars due to its rather generic and straightforward nature, so those songs didn't do much for me.
The remainder of the album more than makes up, however. The two songs which open the album, "Old Days Born Anew" and "The Sun's Architect" are both stellar pieces of music with interesting melodic interactions, frenzied rhythmic structures, some of the heaviest and most inventive guitars heard on a Textures track to date, and huge dynamic shifts which actually *work*. The latter half of "Old Days Born Anew" especially contains an excellent passage of slithering guitars, atmospheric keyboards, and shifting drums as vocalist Erik Kalsbeek softly sings - 'So long, my serenity - lost in a conversation - build these towers upside down - lost in this constellation' - and on the last his voice transforms into a pained yell as the music descends back into mechanized, metallic austerity. An awesome moment of music if I've ever heard one. "The Sun's Architect" reminds me a bit of The Ocean with its huge, chunky riffs, and crushing closing sequence. "Storm Warning", found somewhere towards the end of the album, brings to light the dichotomy of a slightly above average first half, and an extremely inspired and moving second half which could easily qualify as the best minutes of material on this entire disc. The vocal buildup, the surreal keyboards, the desolate guitars gently ringing against a frenetic wall of unbridled percussion... this song alone might be worth the price of admission, for me. Closing songs "Messengers" and "To Erase a Life Time" hold their own as well, with the former serving as a calm prelude to the explosive and frantic nature of the latter, which also contains some remarkable drum work.
All in all, Silhouettes is a mixed bag. There's definitely some filler material here, as well as some poorly put together material that could have been safely omitted altogether. However, there are more than a few moments of sweet clarity on this album where Textures put down music which, if fully realized and expanded upon, could turn them into one of the more interesting bands in modern metal.
I'll be looking forward to what they put out in the future.