Do you remember your first time hearing Converge? I remember mine: September 2001, a listening station at a Syracuse record store, maybe a week after Jane Doe came out. And I remember what I thought: something along the lines of what the fuck? This was clearly heavy, intense music, and I knew that I'd be in for that before I pressed play. But what I didn't understand was how jagged and off-kilter it all was. These amazing riffs would come in, but they'd barely ever repeat, and the songs would spin off into some new direction. Time-signatures would switch up every few seconds. Bursts of sudden violence would erupt out of nowhere. Nothing made sense; it didn't follow any internal mathematical logic that I could recognize. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, like running through a minefield. And sometimes it was frustrating, too.
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