Incriminating Silence
We take every facet of metal and make it our own. Nobody is safe...
4
songs
4
plays
In Harms Way In Harms Way
That Handsome Dreamer That Handsome Dreamer
Deaths Dance Deaths Dance
Sanity's Requiem Sanity's Requiem
Incriminating Silence is a true blood Midwestern Band. We’ve fuzed the power of the Twin Cities with the rural Eau Claire scene to create a Heavy Metal juggernaught dead set on rocking the nation. Our hard hitting riffs in the vein of classic metal, as well as beautiful melodic phrasing that would make the greats weep, all comes together with driving bass and ear-blistering drumwork.
The solo power of guitarist Mike Barnet cannot be limited by classification, except to say that it is speedy, emotional and technical on the highest level. Chelsea Caldie pumps out thunderous bass lines that would make Odin himself shit his pants. Guitarist Nick Gustafson is a jam master, able to craft any riff in any style. Joe Marta’s powerful beats amp every song to the next level while vocalist Liz Seeger wails over it all with an unreal range, singing in any style.
Incriminating Silence is an unstoppable musical force, here to dose the worldwide scene with a concentrated concoction of unbelievable instrumentals and soul-wrenching lyrics. Keep your eyes peeled and your ears wide-open, folksthese youngsters are coming down like the lightning.Band/artist history
I opened the door and the smell hit me like an Olympic boxer. You know the smell of the gym locker room or even a gas station bathroom? Well, whatever it was, it sure wasn’t pretty. I held my breath while I reached out to turn on the light, but I smashed my finger on some sort of protrusion where the switch should have been.
“What the hell?” I thought aloud.
“Oh, it’s a button, not a switch,” Joe said. I looked over my shoulder at him, wondering what I got myself into.
It was too dark to see this button so I pulled out my phone to shed a little light into the stairwell. I expected to see one of those teeter-totter looking switches but, again, I was mistaken. This thing was just a single button on the wall. Janky.
The lighting was less than adequate but it was enough to tell me I was really in for a treat. The wooden stairs were uneven, chipped and pocketed with green and purple mold. The railing looked to be more of a hazard than a safety measure. The entire length was splintered and near the bottom, it was cracked and hanging out at a precarious angle.
“Do you really jam down here?” I asked Joe.
“Yeah, dude,” He replied. “It’s the only place I can set my drums up.”
I shrugged and grabbed the handle of my amp. I always hated moving that thing. It weighed 60 pounds and was insanely cumbersome, but its sound was unrealcrunchy, crispy and smooth at the same time. Besides, I had to bring it; if I was going to convince this Joe character to start a band with me, I had to jam on my best stuff.
By the time I had navigated the stairway deathtrap and got my guitar and amp set up, Joe was already warming up with some drum rolls. I closed my eyes and relished in the heavy percussive thudding echoing through that concrete prison of a basement. God, it’s been too long, I thought. I could feel the bass drum pounding in my chest or was that my heartbeat? I can’t remember. I was too excited.
I opened my eyes again and had to blink a few times to make sure they were actually open. There just wasn’t enough light coming from the solitary lamp sitting in the corner. The fact that there wasn’t a single window down there didn’t help either.
I watched as a single drop of water fell from one of the exposed pipes in the ceiling. It landed in a small puddle next to the furnace adorned with a beautiful cobweb jacket.
Joe must have seen the quizzical look that crossed my face because he stopped drumming and smiled at me. “Welcome to the Mines of Moria,” he said, spreading his arms wide.
I laughed at the reference and wondered if Tolkien was sitting in a place as grungy as this when he wrote that part in The Lord of the Rings.
Joe started playing the drums again and I picked up my guitar to join him. The polished wood resonated in my hand as I struck my first chord. Every time I play guitar, I always strum a G chord right away, so I can tell if I need to tune any of the strings.
I needed to.
As I began fiddling with the cold metal tuning knobs at the top of my guitar, I heard a squeaking behind me. I thought I was getting feedback from my amp so I turned it off. The squeaking continued.
Joe got up from his drums again and started walking towards the cellar door. “This bat is such a ninja! I have to get it out of here at least once a week.” He unlocked the deadbolt and shouldered the door. It shuddered but did not open. “Shit,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. “Can you come hold the doorknob? This door blows.”
I didn’t ask any questions, just turned the knob so Joe could kick the door open. An autumn breeze fluttered through, bringing in dead leaves and fresh air. Joe returned to his drums and picked up his sticks. “Let’s rip it up!”
I finished tuning my guitar and turned my amp back on. “Lay down a beat,” I told him. “Let’s see if we can make some tasty jams.”
That very first riff we played together was way tastier than we could have hoped. Down the linewhen we became “Incriminating Silence” and not those annoying guys in the basementthat riff became the heart and soul of our first single, “Death’s Dance.”
Over the next few hours, Joe and I continued to write music, talked about our influences and discussed what visions we had for the band. Turns out, we had pretty similar ideas. We both wanted to form a metal band that had no clear niche. We just wanted to write awesome music and not worry about writing in any particular style.
We wrapped up and loaded my equipment back into my rusted out Cavalier. Before we parted ways, we set up a time for a second practice. When I returned to his house the following week, I saw a hand-written sign above the door leading into the basement:
“Speak Friend and Enter.”
I smiled to myself as I navigated that narrow stairway for the second time. I knew this band was going to rock.Have you performed in front of an audience?Playing live is the reason we are a band. Nothing beats the thrill of jumping on stage and seeing a complete stranger sing your lyrics back to you. It really humbles us as musicians to watch our fan base grow and continue to support us.
Your musical influences
We get our influences from everything and anything. We have not written 2 songs in the same vein of metal yet. Guitarist Big Mikey B loves Loomis, Petrucci, Mustane and all those great guitarists. Nick G just likes to drink and poop. It's hard to say who has written more InSi material but we don't judge here--inspiration is inspiration!
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