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Reviews of "sickhouse"
the 2000 CD from ivet.
(in no particular order, click below to jump)

ivet
SICKHOUSE
Review by: Tom Wheeler
Alternative Press - Fall 2000
Hailing from the working-class industrial town of Youngstown, Ohio, this hardcore quartet plays bone-crushing, spectorish wall-of-guitar rock with occasional flourishes of jazz and funk thrown in. No, it's not quite Earth, Wind & Fire meets Helmet. And as the album title implies, this is no pretty, smiley-faced pop record. The title track is a searing indictment of societal conformity and the rest of the album provides plenty of moody, pissed-off lyrics that rails at the mundane, the forced routines and the desolate emptiness of daily life. For every angry person that has to endure the petty tyrannies of increasingly alienated life, from conformist-minded schooling that prepares you to be an obedient cog in the machine to the constant repetition of the daily grind of work, this record is for you.

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SICKHOUSE
Review by: Jim Testa
Jersey Beat magazine sometime 2000
First up were my dinner companions from earlier in the evening, Ivet. Their manager, Jim Benson, has been doing alternative radio in Cleveland for 20 years, and we've been friends for at least ten, after meeting and hitting it off early at SXSW. Benson's been bragging about these kids to me for over a year now and this was my first chance to see them; needless to say, I was not dissapointed. In fact, I was transported back to the early 90's of the days when Quicksand and Helmet would pummel audiences at CBGB with teeming double guitars, impassioned vocals, and thundercrack riffs. These guys, in their young 20's, just bleed charisma and have a command of what they are doing that is spellbinding. Proof? Alex Saville from prosolar and I had intended to catch half of ivet's set and then hustle over to the Court Tavern to see our WE Fest buddies the Mil Mulliganos, in from chicago; but we were both so transfixed that we stayed for the entire set. [(sorry mulliganos for that - Frank)]

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SICKHOUSE
Review by: Tate Bengston
Chaotic Critiques Summer 2000 Issue 12
The title of this album is very appropriate. Crafting music that is angry and heavy, yet melodic, moody, and instantly infectious, sickhouse seems somehow appropriate. The agitated vocal hooks of Frank Silver are impassioned explosions of razor sharp melodies, raging against the dynamic array of grove-oriented riffs with unyielding force; the immovable object meets the unstoppable force, two mutually antagonistic entities whose interaction creates a staggering sense of dynamics. The production on sickhouse is amazingly thick, possessing a massive low-end rumble that emphasizes the rhythmic overtures of the guitar while permitting the bass and drums to relentlessly pummel. The most impressive aspect of this band is its ability to shift gears with ease; one moment lurking in the anxiously introspective, then exploding into a formidable engine of anger, before again retreating into quietude. Ivet's manipulation of sonic texture, combined with its juxtaposition of moods, allows for the creation of a solid album from start to finish. The third track, "soldier," best reflects ivet's ability to switch from distraugh softness to crushing heaviness, although it is the preceding and subsequent track - "ename" and tear it down" respectively - that truly left me gasping for air, as the bands eccentric songwriting merges with huge riffage in a manner that kicks the adrenal gland into high gear.

ivet
SICKHOUSE
Review by: RJ
BangSheet, http://www.bangsheet.com, August 2000 - Vol III, Issue 3
Well, what a lovely fucking day. I had a (typically) shitty day at work, then the fucking muffler fell off my van, and to top it off I was waiting for this ivet CD to show up and it did, or rather, a fucking jewel box did. No disc inside! Seems it was mysteriously misplaced by our fearless leader and editor. On this, today, the second most shitty of days, ivet finally arrived. I’ll just say this - when I get into one of these moods and pop on a new disc, it’s "critical" chances are slim. This band kicks ass! Any band that can change my mood first time through deserves a serious goddamn listen. I got this killer Jane’s Addiction/Pantera vibe that completely squeezed my nut sack. Yes, it’s that good! It’s Perry Ferrell vocals with some BIG balls behind it - and all of this without beer or weed in my system! The feeling of empty, desperate anger flows through the core of this disc (that little hole in the center). The guitar work sways between angelic plucking to wrecking ball crunch on songs like "Soldier" and "Hand me Down". I really got the groove going with the overall funky bass and drums (my nut sack swelled again). Mind you they kept the "R"ock in there but this band left the feeling in also. This ain't your standard angst-formula type band. The title track makes my soul quiver (in fear? acceptence? resignation?) in realizing that all our lives were made to conform. The belief that the ignorance we instill in our children ourselves, is ok - if we call it innocence. I hate my job and hole it creates in my life and all the people that disgust me and these realizations are brought forth in a fury. I feel stripped of a facade, my facade, emotions become bared like open nerves, sadism/nasochism, euphoric yet painful. Shouts of pure unadulturated anger punctuate "now it’s my turn!", a frustrated teen, desperate for the adulthood I now despise. All this oppressive feeling has to come from somewhere (just like the music, the spirit, the fucking ENERGY of this music). This quartet hails from the rust belt area of Youngstown, Ohio. Which could explain the deep emptiness of Frank Silver’s vocals as well as the angry cacophony of the guitars of Silver and Mike Roberts. The rhythm section of Sam Papa (bass) and Mark Grabowski(drums) work in secret to help keep the disc turning more and more suicidal. There's a hidden track at the end of disc that is completely different (a Frank Zappa-ish feel?) that’s like the first ray of sunshine after a particularly nasty thunderstorm. Let’s just say this band could double as a rreally fucked up jazz fusion outfit. The hidden track quickly becomes Prozac to a person dealing with the depression from before. - RJ

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SICKHOUSE
Review by: Jay Lustig
The Star Ledger sometime 2000
Ivet, from Youngstown, Ohio, intrigued with its progressive side, but its tricky rhythms and slippery guitar riffs never dulled the steamroller impact of its music.

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SICKHOUSE
Review by: Slave
Unsung Hero (Harrisburg), December 1999, Issue 6

This Ain't No Greasy Kids' Stuff
IVET explodes with "Sickhouse"

This is some serious smoke. I mean, so good, so young. If they're older than 20, than I'm the sixth Backstreet Boy. While the other guys were out getting horizontal with cheerleaders, Ivet must have been home stringing up their guitars.

"Mature song writing with Gorillas' balls."

Chops, anger, structure-leveling, mature song writing with Gorillas' balls. We're talking size here: Trump's billfold, late night Cinemax breasts--maybe even bigger. Guests at the barbecue: Helmet, Jimmie's Chicken Shack, Sound Garden, Sonic Youth, maybe even some Sabbath. Still, undeniably original.

Here's their hall pass: Loaded Throat; ax command to move an army; riff buckling underbelly. No spontaneous, math class erection here. This bugger's fused, induced, and ready to produce.

Recorded at MARS
Engineered by Bill Korecky
Mixed by Mike Roberts
Mastered by Roger Lian at Masterdisc
Management: Chew Foil Management
Contact: Primitive Records, P.O. Box 94135, Cleveland, OH 44101-6135
E-mail: chufoilmgt@aol.com or fanmail@ivet.com
Web: www.ivet.com

ivet
SICKHOUSE
Review by: Nathan Perry
Delusions of Adequacy Reviews - October 23, 2000

Just to be on the level with the readers, I met this Youngstown, Ohio band at a music festival and picked up a disc from them. They put on an amazing live show, one of the best I've seen. And to top it off, they're really nice guys. (There, now you can't say DOA lacks journalistic integrity.)

That being said, how does the disc match up? There are certain moments I will always remember, when I've heard something that really grabs my attention the first time I hear it (as opposed to several listens later). My first time hearing Helmet was like that, as was first hearing Rage Against the Machine and Faith No More. All of these bands had something very heavy, intense, and unique about them, something that commands people to sit up and take notice. Although many listeners are likely sitting up to change the song, others will find themselves asking, "Who is that band?" Ivet has this kind of sound, the polarizing kind that makes indifference impossible. The first thing you'll notice is the wall of sound created by the guitars. Ivet has one of the best two-guitar teams going today in Frank Silver and Mike Roberts. Their riffing is tight and accomplished and is actually a breath of fresh air after the apparent backlash against guitar heroics that happened in the 90s. There are very few solos: the highlights here are the rhythms and the riffs and the precision with which they are played. Bass player Sam Papas does the wise thing and keeps his bass parts out of the way of the guitars. He instead chooses to tastefully snake in and out of Mark Grabowski's decidedly hardcore drumming.

This combination of sounds elevates the rather Spartan song arrangements into something far more musical than other music labeled as "heavy rock." Sickhouse contains several elements that caught me pleasantly off guard. "Soldier" actually features guitar finger-tapping, a taboo 80's metal trick popularized by Eddie Van Halen, but Ivet removes any possible connection to that cheesy era by using the technique as an integral part of the song and not a tool for wankery. (It almost sounds like a dual piano part!) "Tear It Down (Bring It Home)" is a battering cross of Failure and a lost Led Zeppelin groove which may inspire dancing. Silver's vocals go from sensitive and light to full on hardcore screams, which really drives the emotions of his lyrics.

This isn't a party record by any means, but Ivet makes their songs of introspection and anger sound, well, kind of sexy. All and all, this band is an exciting combination. I imagine when (not if) the band gets to the big leagues, they may be lumped in with the "angst-core" bands that are the latest rage. That would be unfortunate, because the band has much more to offer than the majority of today's heavy groups. I'd say they have more in common with Failure and Quicksand than they do with, say, Korn or Tool, because they seem happily ignorant of any current "rapcore" trends (thank God). Lyrically, the band is as introspective and dark as they come, which will probably keep the metal comparisons coming. However, Ivet has songwriting abilities and a unique vision that the rest of the pack will never attain, as well as the ability to convey a wide range of emotions (other than just anger) in their music. When will the other heavy bands learn?

ivet
SICKHOUSE
Review by: Beth Ann Matkovich
Mode magazine October 1999
Put together a dash of Henry Rollins, a pinch of Live, stir in the like s of Living Color, Megadeath, and the Red Hot Chilli Peppers; blend well with a whole lot of emotion and attitude and you've got ivet. The Cleveland-based bands third project, sickhouse blends a carefully concocted mix of hard-hitting emotion and expression - an interesting dichotomy of music-pain, and art. The band has made their rounds in the alternative and off-beat music scene, having showcased their work in Cleveland, Buffalo, CMJ's Music Marathon, and at the Millineum Music Conference here in Harrisburg. each song on the album has its own personality, but they all share one thing in common: a raw balls-to-the-wall, last effort to live. The band is undeniably among the up and coming cult rock bands of this decade bound to gather a diverse following for its lyrical excelence, music composition, and sheer attitude toward life. Despite its hard-hitting presence, ivet has a sound with the courage to go all the way, but retreats for fear of going too far. Like pushing the outer limits of the law, yet coming back to volunteer for comunity service. Overall, a very impressive effort. How couldn't it be with production help from the Green Room's Dale Epperson and Bob Welsh? But you have to listen to the whole CD just to hear the almost comical instrumental mix somewhere on the album. It would be very interesting to know the delusion behind this "Big Comfy Couch" mimic.

ivet
SICKHOUSE
Review by: Mike Breen
City Beat, Volume 5, Issue 52; November 18 - 24, 1999

On their sophomore release, Cleveland-area foursome Ivet nobly carry the torch for heavy music that, while retaining an edge, doesn't come off remarkably primitive. In fact it's quite sophisticated. The majority of the 10 songs on the disc are fueled by the punchy, air-tight rhythms, driven as much by the thick, muscular guitar riffage as they are by the strong, anchoring rhythm section. But while the group's tightness is unflappable, Ivet never lets the grind sound mechanical. They are never afraid to let up a little and allow the songs to develop dynamically, winding into sparkling, fluid parts and breaks. The inter-song dynamic is an often overused device, but Ivet arranges their songs to the point where you never feel like, "Here we go again: quiet verse, loud chorus." Frank Silver does strain his vocal chords with his forceful singing, but it's far from the reckless grunting and howling of some heavier bands: Silver is a true "singer," and he crafts some memorable, trenchant melodies in the process with a voice that is caustically soulful. While floating around the Emo and Hardcore axis, the band never falls prey to either genre's cliches. Ultimately, Sickhouse is a powerful, creatively melodic Rock record that ranks Ivet among the best of the modern purveyors of heavy music. (MB)

(Primitive Records, Box 94135, Cleveland, OH 44101-6135).

CityBeat grade: A


ivet
SICKHOUSE
Review by: Jeb Branin
This review will be in issue #80 of The Crass Menagerie and has been 
submitted to In Music We Trust.

Yet another winner from those post hardcore heavyweights, IVET. Their sound is thick and churning with restraint shown in some places and reckless abandon shown in others. The emo crowd is going to flip for this yet the hardcore crowd is going to find enough familiarity in the sound to relate to it as well. All the tunes are well crafted and executed with precision. The band’s last recording “Failure Boy” was tight but this one is airtight. It is a nice step forward for the band and should give their fans plenty to feel good about while turning a few heads in an industry that has pretty much ignored them. Track three on the CD is a tune called “Soldier” and this one song seems to encapsulate the IVET magic and sound. It is alternatingly mild and mean, heavy and smooth, intense and mellow. The lyrics are deliciously esoteric and poetic but are not indecipherable either. It’s a great tune. The band even let their sense of humor show through the pain and anguish of their delivery a bit on the hidden track which is a hysterical midi medley of “Failure Boy.” (Primitive Records POB 94135 Cleveland, OH 44101-6135 or fanmail@ivet.com)

 

ivet
SICKHOUSE
Review by: Mark Abrams
The Village Buzz, October 1999, 
Volume 2, Issue 9

The following has been broken up into paragraphs for easy reading on the web.

ivet - Sickhouse

ivet is a hard hitting powerhouse straight out of Youngstown. Working their way up the ranks from a postindustrial city, ivet has been slamming listeners with it's aggressive rock since late 1995. In April of '96 the band released its first work "Learning to fail," which included the white knuckle intensity of the songs "Disease," "Traffic," "Wake up in Flames," "Haircut and Bloodwork," and "Aneurysm." The first three tracks would later be included on the '97 release of their first full-length album "Failure Boy." This recording landed them on many compilation CD's, sharing track space with big names such as David Bowie, Prodigy, Radiohead, and Patti Smith.

Their live show is packed an emotion that reaches out and pulls the audience in. On stage, the band is aggressive, and lost in their sound. Frank Silver delivers an intense performance of his lyrics He feels every word of every sentence he sings; which is backed up by the bone crunching guitar rhythms. The intense show the band displays has landed them spots on the bill with bands like the Mighty Mighty Boss Tones, The Deftones, Soul Coughing, Def Leppard, and many more. With all of this under their belt, only larger things seem to lie in the future.

The band released its newest recording "Sickhouse" on September 5th, 1999. The 11 track CD is a showcase of the band's rhythmic melodies. Every player in Ivet is extremely percussive. The guitar and bass lines hit hard along with extreme power of drummer, Mark Grabowski. The guitar work which Frank Silver and lead guitar player Mike Roberts have put together is amazing. These two players move together as though they have strings connecting them. Watching the finger tapping riffs will leave you wondering how many hours the two of them sat together to get it down.

The first track on the CD labeled "Tremere" is something you don't see quite that often  ..... a complete instrumental. With the solid bass track laid down by Sam Papa, which is then joined by the rest of the band, this is an extremely creative way to begin a record. You can't  help but to be drawn in by the unpredictability of this track. But you don't have to go far to hear the introduction of Silver's aggressive voice. After a very rhythmic guitar intro to the second track "Ename," Silver cuts through like a table saw through butter.  You'll  be kicking the floor before you know it. Following right after "Ename" is my personal favorite, "Soldier." This is one of those songs that reaches out, grabs you, and travels through you. You FEEL this song. It'll make the hair on your arm stand on end. You just have to hear it. The next track, "Tear it down" shows off the bands ability to pick you up and smash you-into the nearest wall. As does track 9, "Tear it down." Silver's aggressive vocals are tearing the glue off the speakers in these two tracks.

But along with the ability to provide sharp vocals, the band is also quite capable of forming the more melodic/relaxed tunes as well. This is present in the vocal harmonies on track 5, "Alligator". Alligator also shows some well done lead work from the hands of Mike Roberts. You'll like the recording on the end of this song as well. Listeners will enjoy ivet's hard hitting guitar riffs, and well written songs. The band has an incredibly heavy and powerful sound. When a band possesses this, it also has to have the musical maturity to know when to use it, and when to hold it back. This is present throughout Sickhouse. And if any of you have a sweet tooth for midi's, check out the hidden track on the CD   ..... It's an arrangement of the bands first release "Failure boy," all put into one song. This is one of those CD's you just don't want to miss.

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SICKHOUSE
Review by: Ed
slashandburn.net

primitive records cd- Raucous guitar spew and Quicksand style romps splattered with long vocal ringing parts, brings this band to the top of the hard rock ladder. Based outa OH somewhere since 95-96 the band finds itself with a pretty damn good solid release. All bad hair cuts aside, these guys are not breaking in any new ground here, however the ground they are ripping up definitely needed turning over. Note: Some of the guitar noodling is worthy of much praise.