It takes a lot more than heaviness to be, um, heavy these days. Sheer brawn, anger and conceit just don't cut it like they used to. Which isn't to say that Fear Before the March of Flames comes off wimpy. The band has wit and individuality but also enough grim aggression to pull it off. To say nothing of a deliciously warped outlook that sets the group apart from the (many) bands that mash together death-metal and hardcore. Do you know any bands with wrap-around song titles like "Hey Kid. I'm a Computer. Stop All the Downloading" or "Consequences David You'll Meet Your Fate in the Styx"? Or how about a band that can bring humor and poetic charm to songs about sniffing coke like vacuums or cracking a girl's ribs open and jumping in her chest? Well, now you do.