Down in the depth of sickness is where I found myself after
listening to this album. An awful, embarrassment to metal by a band who - for
most of the album - sound like they have only just picked up their instruments
and after a month of trying to learn how to play have recorded something just
for the sake of it. It is horrendous. The recording is awful - everything is
recorded completely out of proportion. The vocalist sounds like he is reading
from an autocue, not that you can understand a word.
The guitar solos, for the most part, sound more like an old dial up modem. Only
the drummer sounds like he has at least got some experience. I don't
know whether since this album was recorded he has taken that experience and ran.
I hope so. This isn't one for the CV.
There are elements in some 'songs' (a word I use here in its broadest term) that
have blatantly ripped off Metallica riffs from parts of 'Disposable Heroes' and
very obviously 'Whiplash'. The latter rip off can be swiftly identified on their
13th track 'When You're Feeling', to which I have to add '.....like ripping off
a classic metal riff'. Mind you, even successful bands can get away with ripping
off classics. Airbourne have made a whole career out of it, so nobody is going
to notice this band unless they make the mistake of buying the album.
It's a re-issue too. Apparently this band formed in 1986 and I have no idea when
this was originally recorded. I was 5 back then, and I probably could have been
on the album hitting a few power chords and been able to call these guys my
peers. I can't imagine why the band would not want to let this album stay in the
obscurity it so desperately needs to be left in. Fortunately, there was no promo
material sent with this one so there is no website that I can find, though there
are a few videos kicking around on Youtube. In the spirit of fairness I had a
look. Same storey. It's to be avoided.
The only reason this album gets even 10 is because of the female vocalists at
the end of the album. It finishes a diabolical experience with a 30 second clip
called 'Fate La Nanna Coscine Di Pollo' which I am guessing loses something in
translation because it means 'take a nap little chicken thighs'. It's a welcome,
brief, but at least listenable moment on the album. Completely out of
place - it's like putting Paul Gilbert on a Cradle Of Filth album, but at this
point I am losing the will to live so anything goes and I am almost thankful to
Deathrage for this one brief moment of peace.
Lastly, painfully, is the fact that it is just shy of an hour long. Avoid this
like the plague. This isn't an album, it's a punishment to force on your worst
enemies. Vomit for my ears. The title, at least, is appropriate.