
“We Need More Grim Music”: Heriot @ The Asylum
It can often feel like we’re living through the very worst musical era. Venues close every month, and multinational companies, from streaming services to major labels, asset strip every aspect of the industry. But behind an industry in crisis something remarkable is happening. Metal and hardcore scenes are thriving in new ways. There’s an incredible amount of underground creativity, with huge numbers of new bands crossing genre divides in new ways. Gigs are selling out quicker, and crowds are far younger and more diverse than they were ten years ago. The freshest, most innovative, bands might not be making the money they deserve, but within the scene they’re celebrated in ways that do reward musical creativity.
2024 deserves to go down, I think, as one of the richest years in metal’s history. There seemed to be countless releases that took the genre in completely new directions but take some effort to seek out (and aren’t available on any streaming service) – Orgone’s spectacular multi-genre album Pleroma would be a case in point. Add things like that to high points in the careers of established bands like Ulcerate, Civerous, and Grylle, great new music from bands from Nails to Pallbearer, and a host of stunning debuts from bands like Heriot, Pillar of Light, and Eye Eater, and it feels like years of listening will be needed to catch up with 2024’s developments.
Part of this might come down to how suited metal and hardcore are to the times we’re living through. As Sisli, singer for sludgy death-metal environmentalists, Unearthly Rites, put it a few months ago “this is a grim world, and these are grim times. We need more grim music.” My current project, I guess, is all about trying to understand, in as many dimensions as possible, what a quote like that might mean.
The UK scene has been particularly vibrant over the past five years, and Heriot are one of the bands riding that wave most effectively. Their defiance of genre shows that old divides between punk, hardcore, and metal now mean very little, and they draw fans and praise from what were once entirely separate, even mutually hostile, scenes. To me, Heriot represent lots of what’s best about modern metal, so as soon as I realized they were headlining The Asylum in Birmingham I got in touch to arrange a chat. I ended up sat in the venue bar, a couple of hours before the gig, with guitarist and singer Debbie Gough, asking questions about the band’s experiences and ideas.
So what’s so great about Heriot? They’re overwhelmingly, monstrously, heavy. Their bass player, Jake Packer, has honed a tone so immense and industrial it feels primed to undermine a venue’s structural integrity. Their twin guitars (Debbie & Erhan Alman), feature reverb-laden Slayer-inspired leads and deep, disonant drop-A riffing that are completely overwhelming in their ferocity. Their uniqueness comes from how they use a huge range of styles, ideas, and imagery without ever diluting that huge, grim, mood. Theres’ space in the sound, and there are gentle, shoegazy, passages that build beauty out of ugliness, but somehow the enveloping sense of threat never slips. The industrial sounds somehow meld with subtle medieval imagery to leave the listener in a strange temporal void: always uncertain and unsettled.
But Heriot’s enthusiasm for the music and the scene is infectious. It’s instantly obvious that they’re the most open and approachable people, loving every minute of their ongoing rise to fame, and living their best lives while using music to exorcise their own demons and ours. The drummer, Julian Gage, plays like a man possessed but sings along with every single word as if he was a front-row fan himself.
One context for my interest in Heriot relates to the history of writing about punk and metal. One academic movement, formed from Birmingham’s Centre for Contemporary Cultural Studies in the 1970s and 80s, was far more important than any other for the study of punk. Suddenly, scholars were analysing anti-establishment music with the same seriousness as classical music and jazz had received before and making it a major part of the history of modern life. But Cultural Studies was disastrous for metal. Its practitioners saw punk as a socio-political movement rather than as outsider art and loved it primarily for its direct political statements. They were dismissive of metal and everything it stood for. One of the classic texts, Dick Hebdige’s Subculture: The Meaning of Style, summed up the disdain in a footnote:
Heavy metal is a heavily amplified, basic form of rock which relies on the constant repetition of standard guitar riffs. Aficionados can be distinguished by their long hair, denim and ‘idiot’ dancing (again, the name says it all). Heavy metal has fans amongst the student population, but it also has a large working class following. It seems to represent a curious blend of hippy aesthetics and football terrace machismo. (Hebdige 1979: 155)
The cultural studies vision of metal made it ‘neanderthal’, ‘reactionary’, and ‘fatalistic complaint music’. In the 1980s, another cultural studies luminary, Angela MacRobbie, argued that it was always desirable to subordinate aesthetic concerns to analysis of ‘politically relevant’ commitments. Even after the rise of “Metal Studies”, this drastic imbalance persists. I teach in a university where students ask every single year about writing a dissertation on punk, but I’ve never once heard of a student asking to write about metal.
The drastic binary where punk is engaged, metal disengaged, punk politically meaningful and metal meaningless is obviously entirely false. There’s just a tradition of indirect expression in metal which means there’s more work to do to access its meanings: aesthetic matter as much as direct statements, so something more than cultural studies methods is required.
Heriot exemplify some of these ways metal makes its meanings. And that’s what I wanted to talk to Debbie about. Their music is deeply engaged, but open to almost infinite interpretations: Debbie told me the band members don’t even tell each other the specifics of what songs are about. Lyrics are more “about dealing with situations than the situations themselves”. Heriot’s press releases specify a mood and emotional context but leave all specificities or personal details out. In relation to the EP, Profound Morality, for instance, they talk of critiquing societies’ turn to moral absolutes, abuse of power, and the deceptions involved in new structural inequalities. They mention “outdated modes of living and belief that harm our contemporary life” in a way that can incorporate everything from transphobia to climate change. For the songs “Demure” and “Opaline”, they discuss the loss of individuality in the face of public scrutiny, uncertainty as to what neutrality might mean in a world turned to extremes, and the need to sit with your truths when society seems hostile to them, however isolating that might feel.
We discussed the sources of inspiration for the dark places the songs go. Debbie talked about how they were usually things seen on particularly tragic tv, or efforts to process things friends were going through. I couldn’t help thinking of Simone Weil’s insistence that one of the most significant things we can do is sit with other people’s suffering – try to understand the emotional experience of the things someone else is going through. We discussed the way metal gets used almost as therapy, and the way fans tell bands about the meanings music has had for them at life’s most difficult times (but also the way it’s difficult to get a handle on how or why it has had those meanings). In a world that often refuses to look suffering in the eye, metal can often seem like the art of processing things that might otherwise be pushed beneath the surface.
I was really interested in the reasons Debbie gives for sustaining the indeterminacy of Heriot’s meanings and never giving in to anyone’s desires for them to pin these ideas down. They relate to songs having the potential to grow with their listeners, and to the fact that how she feels, as songwriter, about the events a song relates to will change with time, so that being too “on the nose” about links between emotions and events would strip a song of future relevance. This idea of a song living a future life of its own struck me as an intriguing (and unusual?) aspect of what Heriot see their music doing. (As an aside: the next event I was working at after this gig was about art, literature, and oceans. I ended up talking to an artist about how the late Norman Ackroyd always changed the conversation to football any time someone tried to ask about meanings or motivations behind his etchings. The artist put it in a way that made me think instantly back to Heriot: “the silences are vital. As an artist, you don’t even tell yourself what your deepest motivation is, because to explicate it would unravel it”.)
Debbie and I talked, too, about the new directions the scene has taken in the last few years. This included the diversity of voices and perspectives in the scene today and the impact this has had on the range of sounds and styles the genre embraces. Given the way so many of the most innovative bands today are fronted by women and nonbinary people, yet the scene still has its problems with misogyny, I wish I’d asked Debbie more about what her advice would be for anyone wanting to write about gender in metal.
Talking about metal’s last decade led to Debbie describing how the pandemic left musicians trying out new things in their rooms and brought new courage to experiment. Debbie’s clean vocals were born from this. They’re a contrast to Debbie and Jake’s guttural roars but not so much of a contrast that they change the mood – worlds away from gothic metal’s “angelic” styles. There’s careful calculation to the way Debbie’s clean singing always remains as unsettling as it is emotive, and manages to soar while staying mired in the grimy heaviness beneath. It’s drawn from listening to singers as diverse as Billie Eilish and Caro Tanghe of Oathbreaker (I also hear medieval inflections, and parallels to the soundtracks of medieval shows like Vikings or The Last Kingdom – both in the choice of notes and timbres – but Debbie told me that was just coincidence).
What this all amounts to is a band that has been growing phenomenally fast in the range and power of what they’re doing; a band who owe their existence to a thriving underground scene and are profoundly respectful of that debt; and a band who present a real challenge to try and write about precisely because they reject outright the transparency of punk’s traditional politics.
The gig kicked off with two bands that straddle high-energy hardcore and vicious thrash. First, False Reality…
…then Grove Street…
…both deeply rooted in the long traditions of metallic hardcore, as Grove Street’s bassist, , expressed with his Earth Crisis, Animal Liberation, shirt. Though the mosh pit was a little sparse to begin with, there was soon a suitably chaotic mass of flailing limbs. Then, Debbie and Heriot arrived to stomp the stage to dust and gave a performance that was as immersive in its grim ferocity as it was infectious with the band’s obvious love for every second they spent on stage.
Now I just have to work out how to write about music that sounds at first like blunt force trauma but reveals beneath its surface so many nuances of ideas, aesthetics, and emotive power. Wish me luck.