All Part Of The Mechanical Menagerie

With a cover of N.W.A.'s "Fuck Tha Police."

Dope are one of the many industrial metal hand-me-downs to attract attention this year because of their Marilyn Manson-type sound. Equal parts industrial thud and Rob Zombie-styled drop-tuned guitar rock, Dope aim for the addictive rhythmic stomp of their influences. But while Dope may be derived from pure sources, their filtration process creates a very potent mixture without the excess and filler of the original form.

Instead, Felons and Revolutionaries sounds more energetic and

heady than much of either Marilyn Manson's Mechanical Animals or Rob Zombie's Hellbilly Deluxe, perhaps because Dope know just what elements will hook their users enough to score repeatedly.

"Pig Society" (RealAudio excerpt) opens the album with lunging guitars and explosive snare rolls clearing a path for vocalist Edsel Dope's effect-drenched growl, "you don't know what it's like to be in me/You don't know what I've survived and you never would believe." Rather than the uber-heft of the genre's untuned guitars, though, the song sounds urgent because of its standard tuning, rapid riffs and 2/2 downbeat. The pace quickens as Edsel launches the chorus diatribe: "sick of politicians and politics and prisons/Lying and running my life/You pathetic preachers and hypocritical leaders/

Smiling and wasting my time."

Next, the pace and tuning drop slightly, as "Debonair" (RealAudio excerpt) revisits the quiet verse/loud chorus dynamic and electro-pulse beat featured on Manson's Antichrist Superstar. A slightly less incensed Edsel whispers and seethes about the uselessness of high fashion and lavish belongings while the band flogs its gear.

Ultimately, what sets Dope apart from the flurry of industrial/metal

hybrid bands is their penchant for infectious melodies, which never

interfere with their churning rhythms and behemoth guitars. Songs like

"Everything Sucks" and "Kimberly's Ghost" (RealAudio excerpt) compound marching rhythms with electronic beats to counter drummer Preston Nash's headbanging thwaps. Meanwhile, Edsel's muscular screams harmonize with thick guitar melodies that drop in like concrete slabs.