This is a reprint of the original Kerrang! album review of That’s The Spirit from September 2015, when BMTH were tasked with following up its massive predecessor Sempiternal and finding out whether they’d sink or swim…
Where some bands peak, others fly. Where some bands struggle and strain and reach with all their will to get their fingertips on the ceiling of greatness before slithering back down onto terra firma, the truly great smash through it and keep going, propelled into genuinely unknown territory. And as has been said many times now, when Bring Me The Horizon left Wembley Arena’s stage on December 5, 2014, it didn’t feel like a roll of a dice that, by chance, had come up trumps, never to be repeated like so many other folk who have made it there for one night only – it felt like a door to something much bigger being kicked open. And as they stand, ready to take a leap to become probably the band of this generation – British or otherwise – Bring Me The Horizon have done something extraordinary with the follow-up to Sempiternal. They’ve taken a fucking big risk.
Know this: That’s The Spirit is not a metal album. And it’s delighted not to be. There are no thrashing scream-fests, no breakdowns. The big beats and Ibiza-ish electronics that previously added colour to the heaviness are firmly up front here. “People said Throne isn’t very heavy,” Oli Sykes. “Well, that’s as heavy as you’re getting...” But this isn’t a softening up, or a filing away of sharp edges. Just as Metallica reached the zenith of arranging a thousand tricky riffs into dizzying musical mazes on …And Justice For All, and so went in a looser, simpler direction on The Black Album, BMTH by their own admission perfected their metal stuff on Sempiternal, and have created something new, instead of running in ever-decreasing circles.