Sonic Youth, Helmet's exultantly ferocious sound boasts the brontosaurian backbeat of metal and the vehemence of hardcore. And industrial ideas about song structure prevail – exhilarating textures and rhythms propel the music, melody having been dumped out of the band's speeding car and left for dead by the roadside. Despite the homicidal fury of Hamilton's vocals, his lyrics are enigmatic telegrams, refreshingly far from the sadistic threats one might expect.

This New York band's controversial big-budget signing followed a full-scale bidding war, probably because Helmet makes Metallica sound like the Archies. Meantime, the band's major-label debut, was coproduced by indie mainstay Wharton Tiers (Sonic Youth) and mixed by Andy Wallace (Nirvana, Slayer) for maximum wallop.

For all its racket, Helmet has a savvy appreciation of silence. On tracks such as "Unsung" and "FBLA II," the iron curtain of guitars parts for an instant to reveal a pregnant pause or a single, merciless blow to the snare drum; then the guitars roar out of the speakers, a staggering effect that harks to metallic riff rock àa la Led Zeppelin's "Wanton Song" or Black Sabbath's "Sweet Leaf."

The ravaged textures of Meantime are almost tactile; at its best, as in "Ironhead" or "In the Meantime," its brute minimalism is reminiscent of a monumental steel sculpture. On occasion, the music tentatively gets tuneful – it's both a welcome aberration and a hint of what this deceptively cerebral band has yet to offer. (RS 639)

MICHAEL AZERRAD