Released: 2003, Unmatched Brutality Records
Reviewer: Gabriel C. Zolman
The band name, ridiculous song titles, etc. tipped me off: there would be pain involved here. But would it be good pain or bad pain? Fans of MST3K are familiar with the concept of “deep hurting,” no doubt. And no doubt, there was “deep hurting” at points. But all in all, this could have been much worse.
The problem here is that there is nothing terribly special about it. It was not sufficiently bad to wound me, nor sufficiently good to impress me. I spun through it twice, and there weren’t really any standouts. It’s not that I don’t favor the style at all; obviously, previous reviews bear witness to this. But I literally have nothing to say about this disc aside from its lack of uniqueness, and my lack of time to commit to finding anything else of merit about it. Perhaps that’s too much honesty?
This isn’t bad; it reminds me of a young Immolation, with its dark, technical early 90’s-inspired riffage (they even cover “Dawn Of Possession”). In this sense, the problem is with me—I believe that Immolation’s best days are in the here in now…not the HERE IN AFTER.
If you like Blood Red Throne, and Immolation, circa the first three albums, give this a spin—it’s brutal, and it’s technical. The production is fine, and the drum programming is excellent. But like the new Origin, it’s utterly and completely faceless. It’s Satan’s Irony: The face of evil looks just like every man; the killer wears the most normal of faces. And his garage band sounds just like everyone else.
EDIT: I was initially unaware that this was a one-man project. Given that data, this suddenly seems far more interesting...perhaps even worthy of reevaluation. Plus one point. It also looks as if another album is in the works; perhaps next time, then, eh?