I just loaded Pantera’s Greatest Hits into my car CD player so have been giving this song a workout. Pure metal goodness – but it’s great, period, regardless of genre…
Yet, listening to it, I had to ask myself: How can I love a song whose whole is comprised of some pretty bad-sounding parts?
The guitar – a big, farty tone that sounds incoherent – as a gear geek, I just sigh; it sure ain’t a Les Paul through a Marshall…
The drums – they sound mostly digital – the kick and snare have no resonance, only a flat thonk – and they are so damn thin
The bass – you mean there’s bass in this song?
But…but – the song totally rocks – so, why? Here’s what I got:
The drums and guitars are kinda reversed – Dimebag’s guitar is recorded so BIG and the riff is so thud-wonderful that it takes up the space that a Bonham-big drummer would fill. Vinnie Paul’s drums on the other hand, ride on top of the guitar, not underneath. His drums provide the central guide line and the guitar kinda riffs around them, if that makes sense.
The drums bring the boogie – Pantera found a great line between true metal and hard rock. Everything about them is metal – well, except the drums in Walk. Where most metal drums hinge on the double bass, Vinnie plays straight up single bass near as I can tell (or at least doesn’t invoke the mighty machine gun that often). And while most metal is straight-on time (i.e., most Metallica, except for Sad but True), Walk is off time – Vinnie plays behind the beat and his fills are punctuated with syncopated (off time) hits. There’s a Texas boogie beat (they’re from Texas) buried in the drum work, and Vinnie’s funky stick work is what drives the song along and makes the riff jump. Even if he is doing it with a drum set that sounds like it was made out of hockey pucks.
The Vocals – Phil Anselmo basically carved the line between old-school, operatic Geoff Tate (Queensryche) and Rob Halford (Judas Priest) vocals and guttural growls – the guy can sing like nobody’s business. He only gets gruff enough to sound tough (sorry; that rhymes way too much for my liking) – he doesn’t invoke the Cookie Monster, unlike many who followed him. And he totally nails the white-trash-who’s-GOT-to-show-everyone-who’s-boss version of raw teenage anger. Walk on home, boy.
I will attach a link here – but to truly appreciate the “how bad tones add up to a great song” aspect of this, you need to play it where you can play it really, really, really loud. It is truly a Vulgar Display of Power…
Thoughts?