The Reptilian have been around for closing on a decade. With a start rooted firmly in the hardcore and post-hardcore world of the late aughts, you expect certain things when you queue up one of their albums. Their newest record End Paths delivers those things.
With the technical prowess of this group never being up for debate, End Paths offers up an example of a band that only gets tighter and more refined as they grow and play together. The composition of music is robust and mature, and serves the offered lyricism near-perfectly. Couple that with a wonderful production quality, and you have yourself a haunting, hard-hitting, and beautiful piece of art.
I actually saw Kal Marks at Louie’s Trophy House in Kalamazoo, MI. I really liked listening to them live so I thought I would cover them first, here.
Kal, if I can call them that, self-described as heavy, and rightly so, are meant to be listened to loudly. If you start the album at a low volume, you will soon realize your mistake. Their instruments scream at you throughout and the singer drives along, crying into the loudness.
This album carries a lot of angst with it. It a misanthropic love letter to nihilism.
They are all fresh songs. It’s not as if Kal Marks is rehashing. reinventing, or overdoing some old trope. It is a unique take on the loud, droning, sometimes caustic genre of “Heavy Rock & Roll”, fit well with plodding and sincere vocals.
This album is like the really pissed off sadness that you enjoy. Also, it has a great title.