Released: 2005, Screaming Ferret Wreckords
Reviewer: J. Campbell
Taking the other killer albums being reviewed this month into consideration, I’ll get to the point straight away. The Accursed play thrash metal with slight blackened-death overtones. Punchy guitar work, overambitious solos, solid drumming…all par for the course. The breakdown is this: If this band was from my hometown, rest assured I’d be an ardent supporter. I’d bang my head against the stage with ‘em at every gig they played, PBR in one hand and horns in the other. When placed on the global stage, however, SEASONS OF THE SCYTHE can't contend.
Their press junkets incessantly proclaim their dedication to their craft, but all the grit and sincerity in the world can’t compensate for the rehashed riffing and stupid lyrics. Granted, I’m spinning the new Municipal Waste while writing this, which makes just about anything seem flaccid in comparison, but I’m not going to pull any punches here. I don’t give a flying fuck if you signed your record deal in blood, guys. If your brand of thrash metal simply doesn’t kick enough ass, it defeats the purpose.
This debut album has been floating around for well over a year now, so if you haven’t stumbled across it already, save your scrilla. If you insist on expanding your third-rate thrash collection, I suppose this isn’t a horrific addition. Just don’t expect anything beyond pedestrian.
Can’t scorn someone for doing what they love…