Review Summary: one great, big, massive… MEHHHhhh
Welcome to generic throw-it-down metal fest. In this festival we will listen to one band, as they throw it down. The drummer will slap the drum as though his arms are robotics controlled by a bigger robotic mechanism that guides his hands. The vocals will likewise sound exactly the same through the entire experience. Umm I’m sorry if you expected anything else, but the tickets were cheap, no?
It’s ironic the cover art is produced by A.I., because the music sounds like numbers. Heavy riffs lead to heavier riff sections with speedier riffs: copy and paste that to infinity. A few guitar solos and breakdowns bring the variety in a way that is completely generic. Rinse and repeat death metal to a tee, all spice comes from the whipping instruments and aggressive vocal velocity. AKA: not a very spicy album, and it’s all of one, generic branded spice flavour. Like how this paragraph wrote itself, so did the riffs.
If you want an album to wake you up, this’ll still do it. The pure energy in certain segments could power up an X-Wing without Yoda’s forceful help. Combined with a potentially powerful live performance, one may mistake this band as surely something super sexy special. Once the testosterone calms down, you’re left with a very average album. However, it receives points for its relentlessness. This type of metal has been done to death, and remains effective in the hands of instrument thrashers (see this band).
This is a throwaway death metal album, of which there is a great multitude per year. It’s enjoyable for a bit, and then forgotten as better albums come. Kind of like this review, which is interesting for about two sentences, until you want to throw your reading device into the nearest fire pit. There are much better DMs to water your time with, and that’s all she wrote.
