Buffalo noise-makers Every Time I Die have a knack for causing a ruckus wherever they go. Unsurprisingly it’s this penchant for partying hard, punishing riffs and leaving pretty much everything in their wake that has had loyal fans gripped since their inception in 1998.
Seven albums in, the band looks to be in the best shape of their career as they embark on a four-night residency in London. Which is pretty much all sold out, by the way. But the success and sustainability of a band like ETID is no mean feat and upon closer inspection, it’s their relevance, willingness to progress and undeniable grit that makes them a pillar of the hardcore scene.
Then just when you think you know exactly what makes ETID tick, they’ll throw you a curveball. Catching you off guard will either be the shape of Keith Buckley’s smart lyricism, the Southern rock meets metalcore riffs juggled between his brother (and lead guitarist) Jordan Buckley and Andy Williams (rhythm guitar), or the chugging beats that heave from the presence of Stephen Micciche (bass) and Daniel Davison (drums). Every Time I Die create a force strong enough to shake the most stable of stances.
With that in mind, we delve deeper into their treacherously brilliant world.
Intellectual Party Animals.
At a glance, ETID are five party starting reprobates pushing themselves to the brink of a breakdown every night. They teeter on the very edge of their mental and physical capabilities during each show but there’s a confidence the band employ that means they don’t tumble over the edge. Seventeen years into a career that shows no signs of slowing, the band know how to keep things moving.
Still, the comedown from this rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle takes its toll. Taking ownership of the Twitter handle @deathoftheparty is only the beginning of Keith wrestling back control. The well-read singer is the first to hold his hands up and address the personal demons of addiction, anger and unhealthy living.
This honesty is one that’s well documented throughout ETID’s discography. From ‘Last Night In Town‘s ‘Punch-Drunk Punk Rock Romance’ through ‘Floater’ (‘Hot Damn!’) ‘The New Black’ (‘Gutter Phenomenon’), ‘We’rewolf’ (‘The Big Dirty’), ‘The Sweet Life’ (‘New Junk Aesthetic’) and ‘Partying Is Such Sweet Sorrow’ (‘Ex Lives’) until ‘Idiot’ (‘From Parts Unknown’) and beyond, every ETID album nods to his own awareness of self-struggle.
The demons may be personal but they strike a chord with the world at large, giving people a relatable voice and a force to hold onto.
Not just the title of their 2006 DVD, but a sentiment that’s never felt too far from the Epitaph mob. Up until they began work on ‘The Big Dirty’ in 2007, the changes in lineup suggests a band almost as dysfunctional as their sound. In total the band have racked seven ex-members, including Josh Newton (From Autumn To Ashes, The Damned Things, Reggie And The Full Effect) and Kevin Falk (Between The Buried And Me).
In all that upheaval, there’s been consistency. Not only have the band churned out seven albums that never dip below excellent but the brilliant musical backbone of Keith, Jordan and Andy hasn’t just survived, it’s thrived.
It’s All or Nothing, Every Time.
Whether they’re collecting ideas on the road or buried away recording during 24/7 studio sessions, there’s a do or die ethos that exudes from the pores of ETID. In the case of 2014’s ‘From Parts Unknown’ the band took on the challenge of writing on the road so not to pass up a tour with A Day To Remember.
The end result was a record that refined the chaotic side to ETID that had been polished down in ‘Gutter Phenomenon’ then revived confidently in ‘Ex Lives’, with even more venom and intent. Unafraid to lean towards one side of their sound before tackling the other with rampant hunger, Every Time I Die want it all.
They’re commonly lumped in as a metalcore band but it’s their technical math-rock flair that highlights their most exciting qualities. Seven albums in, they’re still impossible to pin down.
If There Is Room to Move, Things Move.
This thirst for disorder is pummelled into their live show. The sweaty, 300-capacity shows is still where they feel and look most comfortable. Keith may leave the stage diving to fans these days but it only takes a matter of chords before the gap between stage and floor is lost in total mayhem. Instagram photos are one thing, but the moment where each participant’s eyes lock with the band ensure it’s a live experience unto itself. And as the band sweep away the sweat with smirks on their faces, it’s evident that they need it as much as we do.
Long live Every Time I Die; this party is never too late to crash.