You want The Truth? Can you handle The Truth? SoCal emo-metalcore sextet Bleeding Through's third album hits like a falling anvil to the cranium: Ferocious blast-beats, crushing riffs galloping straight out of the Slayer/Biohazard playbook, and vocalist Brandan Schieppati's evil demon-roar (and his occasional, requisite Mike Patton-esque crooning) are the main components of the band's mini-symphonies of destruction. So what's been obliterated? Schieppati's heart as such choice Truthcuts as "For Love and Failing," "Dearly Demented," and "She's Gone" suggest and he wants you to know his pain, man. Although the news isn't all bad: The girl may be gone, but at least she left her black eyeliner behind for the band members to wear (it looks best on keyboardist Marta Peterson, whose snaking, melodic synth lines are typically too lost in the mix to soften the band's brutal assault). In the live setting, where Bleeding Through is certain to be sonically exhausting, you'll have to decide for yourself if all of this emotional bloodletting is devastating, or just corny.
Sun., Nov. 18, 6:30 p.m., 2007