The Ex Man Podcast Ep. 58 – Mike Mulholland (Painless, ex-Emmure, Recon, Thy Art Is Murder)

Doc speaks with guitarist Mike Mulholland about filling in for deathcore titans, Thy Art Is Murder, his time playing in Emmure, rant about guitar playing and gear, his original band Recon and Emmure bringing a nü metal and breakdown-heavy sound to metalcore, rant about Hatebreed, why he left Emmure, taking a “radical sabbatical” and enjoying time off after the band, rant about action movies, and starting his new band, Painless, with the other ex-members of Emmure.

This episode features the song “Mike and Drew” by Heartsick, “Hand of the Devine” by The Agony Scene from their album Tormentor, and “Spellbinder” by Painless.

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TEAR IT DOWN NOW (Posted Jan. 21st 2010 on Metalsucks.net)

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We’ve all been there. Tensions are high in some packed, sweaty venue, sparked by feverish excitement and the potential for violence. These people paid good money to enjoy some type of cathartic release. The frontman for whatever hard-nu-death-crab-metal-core outfit is brazen and demanding. Can you believe this shit? You PAID to be entertained, and this guy is telling YOU what to do! The speech goes something like this: “I want everybody in this room moving! Front to back, side to side, NO ONE STANDS STILL! When this part kicks in, I want total [Insert destructive word here like “chaos,” “mayhem,” or “bedlam” if you’re witty]. If the person next to you isn’t moving, MAKE THEM MOVE!” Than, if the action is not adequate, this screamer/pep rally organizer calls YOU some variation of “pussy” or “faggot” or really anything to make you feel like a soft, womanly bitch of a man in order to get in that pit and kick another grown man in the face, all in the spirit of making this band look like they are awesome. But then something happens, as if the air is sucked out of the room at the moment of impact – when those glorious staccato chugs kick in, the crowd is almost always powerless to its charms regardless of the obvious lack of substance. Like junk food and reality TV, we have a love affair with breakdowns.

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