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Their refreshing debut The Ultra-Violence made clear these guys were one of the most competent Bay Area thrashers, featuring a very brutal sound that satisfied the most diehard fans. For the following record, the Filipino act joined the growing trend of change in thrash by late 80’s. The old primitive ways were getting obsolete and groups had to find their own identity to prevail among the other huge bunch of generic subgenre bands. Some decided to choose melody and technique; other simply sold out and played ballads while Death Angel preferred to combine their raw sound with alternative influences. That determination they’d later go further into started with Frolic Through The Park.
Fortunately, they haven’t got rid of aggression and velocity yet. The first couple of tracks are the heaviest artillery in the pack, both “3rd Floor” and “Road Mutants” thrash hard including the elemental characteristics of the subgenre, though this time these guys intend to add a bit of complexity the first record lacked. Riff variations have increased, structures are more intricate and instrumentally this attempt is much perfectionist. “Bored” (Yeah, the song on the Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre III soundtrack) and “Devil’s Metal” follow that pattern, away from the common early Death Angel ways, with richer arrangements, a more notable presence of melody and a pretty elaborated job by the combo Rob Cavestany & Gus Pepa. Other like the both casual sing-along compositions “Open Up” and “Guilty Of Innocence” are still quite thrashy but rather accessible compared with the rest, getting commercial on the choruses with that lovely backing choir. Actually, vocals are undoubtedly numerous and taking control at times, even defining some cut sequences while guitars follow them discreetly in the background. Instrumental parts aren’t that progressive on the mid-paced “Confused” and its simple weighty guitar lines or the punkish “Why You Do This” either, although both are professionally constructed and passionately executed, showing a remarkable musical diversity that escapes from the uniformity of most of thrash groups. Culmination is achieved by the final epic number “Mind Rape” particularly, along with the also slightly complicated “Shores Of Sin”. Instrumental passages become lengthier on those, with the Bay Area Thrashers trying their best to improve and increase the structures consistence, successfully.
There’s no doubt about it, these Filipinos made a difference from the rest with their distinctive unique style they finally reached with this record. By 1988 thrash was the most popular metal subgenre and many bands were around playing good stuff, so the need to offer something characteristic and avoid generic sounds became evident and crucial. Death Angel were aware of that and left behind the The Ultra-Violence basic schemes to evolve and make something much more advanced. To conceive this new sound, they took inspiration from diverse music genres like funk, punk, hard rock and a bit of progressive stuff, making an unpredictable mixture that works out fine but inevitably relegates the basic thrash elements to a humble presence in most of these tunes. In fact, the heavy metal tag would definitely fit most of the compositions according to the refined nature of riffs, the dynamic though traditional disciplined tempos which refuse to go really fast and the emphasis the band puts on melody. This new direction is clearer, determined to get rid of topics and design a more mature work, very tolerant with melody as I mentioned and exploring new musical horizons most of Death Angel’s peers could have never imagined. They want to break the limitations of thrash at all cost, even if that means ignoring speed and brutality. Right or wrong, that choice certainly made nobody feel indifferent; the strictest fans might found these tracks kinda adulterated and weaker than the previous album lethal material. Some riffs series are slightly chaotic, direction is sometimes unfocused, a few instrumental passages are clumsy but it’s clear these guys did a serious honest effort.
I’m sure most of us would’ve preferred a The Ultra-Violence sequel, but Death Angel were probably too inventive and ambitious to record the same LP twice back then. Were those musical modifications and experiments reasonable? It’s obvious this release was an essential step forward for the group’s development, on other hand they went too far on the following work, on which their thrash roots would be totally denied and this is where all that decay started. Once again, uniformity, enjoyable clichés and topics were proved as the truly unique elements of thrash, because very few really managed to find a late-80’s sound that reached the high results of their earliest stuff. Evolving doesn’t mean necessarily improving, at least in this case it didn’t.
The irony of such a killer debut album as The Ultra-Violence is the enormous pressure placed on its successor, a pressure that Death Angel was clearly feeling when strapping together its sophomore Frolic Through the Park for Restless Records. By any standard, this could be considered a more 'accessible' followup to the scathing we received in 1987, though it's far from an abandonment of the savage speed/thrash riffing that the band brought to bear there. If anything, Frolic feels like the musicians, still quite young compared to their many burgeoning Californian contemporaries, were issuing 'feelers' to round out and mature their style, and this manifest in a funkier hard rock influence in a handful of the tracks, plus a cleaner tone coursing through its bloodline, marginally friendlier than its elder sibling.
This was the same line-up as The Ultra-Violence, and you can certainly sense that quintet's performance as a unit was tighter and more comfortable, but I wouldn't say that all of its components were quite so impressive. The guitars still add a lot of interesting flair with a mix of more generic, speed metal palm muting and some clinical, melodic architecture like we find below the final lead of "3rd Floor" or the gallant tint under the surge of the "Shores of Sin" chorus. As for their central rhythm riff set, it's still strong enough to appear timeless in many places on the disc, though there's nothing here quite so immortal as a "Voracious Souls" or "Evil Priest" or, really, most of the debut. Andy Galeon gets a great workout here, with an increased use of his fills alongside the myriad tempo changes that flit about the tracks, a lot of which hover between the 5-7 minute mark and thus get ample space to adventure. Dennis Pepa is also solid, though I'm not a big fan of the funkier bass lines which contribute to some of the weaker tunes here.
As for Osegueda, I felt that he might have often been too pronounced in the mix on this album. There are certainly points like the choruses to "Why You Do This?" or "Shores of Sin" where he excels, and these are arguably some of the catchiest lines he's committed in all the Death Angel legacy, but some of his shrieks throughout the album sound a fraction too 'girly', and there are cuts like the drudging "Confused" where he's all over the place, and I'm not into the nasal, conversational frankness of the chorus alternated with the harsher bite that I associate him with. That said, he's still got a rather unique presence that I can't recall hearing much elsewhere if we aren't to count Belladonna as his most psychotic moments.
Song-wise, I feel that Frolic Through the Park works best when its honoring its lineage from the first album, in other words at its most abusive and aggressive peaks. Tracks like "Road Mutants" and "Guilty of Innocence" certainly stir the circulation with manic headbanging, while "Devil's Metal" and "3rd Floor" at least feature some prominent, compelling guitar work that feels fresh over 20 years later. The band's cover of "Cold Gin" from the s/t KISS debut is nothing to scoff at, though I admit towards a little bias there as it's hands down one of my favorite rock songs of the 70s. On the other hand, there are a few selections here that seriously dampen my potential appreciation of the album due to their lyrical silliness and the elements of funk rock that feel like the band were trying to dust off their hereditary bell bottoms and channel a bit of Hendrix into the hostile environment, which just doesn't work for me...
I wouldn't brand the songs 'funk metal' whatsoever, and bands like the goofy Infectious Grooves were still on the horizon, but we had a few similar cases around this time like San Francisco potentials Mordred, whose debut Fool's Game where they covered a Rick James track and one of their own concoctions ("Every Day's a Holiday") certainly fit that bill. But I think there's undoubtedly some psychedelic hippy groove fueling "Bored", with its plucky staccato riffing and bluesy trills that explode into the chorus, and those verses clearly feature some disco funk hustling over Osegueda's whiny vocals and the ultimately underwhelming chorus of 'I'm bored', which...sounds like he IS bored. Funny enough, this was the video released for the album and generated quite a lot of buzz for them, certainly more than what the band culled out of The Ultra-Violence. But people are funny that way. These days, I find the guitars here efficaciously groovy, but the lyrics and chorus quite sodden and lame.
Even worse: "Open Up". This song 'opens up' with a gang shout and then busts into some MC5 or Hendrix groove with lame vocals that alternate between the nasal whining and an attempt to sound all emotional and hard rock over some funky bullshit. And if the music and delivery were not bad enough, the lyrics are fucking laughable. This is another of the 'celebrate nonconformity' anthems that stunk up the thrash scene in the 80s/90s, as if the general public or the metal audience, who were already 'open minded' enough to dip below the mainstream needed some preaching to over their choice in lifestyle or music. Similar to "31 Flavors" by Sacred Reich. It comes off incredibly dated, trite and not even funny to read lyrics like these:
'Knock knock knock but no one's home
Excuse me please but I'm sick of society
'Cause you are you and I am me
And if we don't agree
Just let it be'
or the amazingly resonant chorus...
'Best loosen up and take it in stride
The world don't need egotistical pride
Open up your eyes
And see the light
Just do it'
It's fucking tragic, really, and a major symptom of why this album suffers in the wake of the debut. Gone are the songs about evil preachers and cults and sluts and all that other greatness of The Ultra-Violence, and in their place wimpy musings about life in general, as if penned by a 12 year old staring at the blackboard in his Social Studies class. The prose in "Bored", "Confused", "Why You Do This", and "3rd Floor" is all quite miserable, and even the anti-Christian finale "Mind Rape" manages to come across as pedestrian and underwhelming. It's not that the points being made in the songs aren't important or relevant, they're just handled in the most tacky of ways and ironically makes Frolic Through the Park seem even more childish than an album they recorded when they were basically kids...hell, I was essentially AT THIS AGE when the record came out and I still found it stupid even then.
There are other weak spots here, for example I don't love the punk riffing in "Why You Do This" and feel that about two minutes or more should have been lopped from "Confused", but really it's the shadow of the lyrics and how they translate into Mark's performance that renders the album so disappointing. Had the music itself been utterly intense and unforgettable, then I might be more willing to let these slide. Gods know there are albums I love with crappy lyrics, but in those cases the music is more than just compensation, or the delivery so brutal that you might not even notice. The funk-inflected tunes don't really help either. I can recall about 3-6 months in high school where everyone was so jazzed up over Primus and Red Hot Chili Peppers that it seemed like a great idea, but very few bands were ever able to pull this off for any duration. Thankfully it would never fully consume Death Angel's sound. There are further hints of it on Act III, and in their other projects, but the post-reunion records seem to have flagged it as a generally bad idea.
In the end, Frolic Through the Park is not an album bereft of some character, and there are a dozen or so decent riffs worth hearing once, but where its predecessor leaves a crater in your heart, so radioactive with faux Satanic fallout that nothing can grow there for years, this sophomore just sort of skirts around the crater's edge, selling lemonade and balloons to tourists who showed up that they might witness some REAL destruction.
Do you remember that kid from high school who suffered from delayed puberty? Well, that’s what Mark Osegueda sounds like on this album. Now, this may have worked fine on the first release due to its reliance on high-pitched shrieks, but it is an abysmal failure on here. The lyrics are so incredibly whiny that it sounds like a pouting 12-year-old is having a mild temper tantrum. “Knock! Knock! Excuse me please, but I’m sick of society:” the preceding quote is a perfect example of the passive-aggressive sassiness that plagues this CD.
The music reeks of terrible songwriting, as the riffs simply don’t flow together to make coherent songs. The tempo changes awkwardly as if the band simply wrote a bundle of riffs and pasted them together, then sung mismatching vocal lines over them. Sure there are an abundance of quality riffs and choruses, but they are not used to their full potential. It is a downright shame that Death Angel didn’t just decide to cash in by selling their riffs to another band with writers’ block that could actually utilize them to construct some great tracks.
The good in this album (the first two tracks) sounds as though they are leftovers from the debut. “3rd Floor” is excellent, and “Road Mutants” is above average. The lyrics aren’t the angsty, adolescent garbage that blights the remainder of this output, but a thrashing mad bedlam of insanity. Then the band start to pick up an alternative metal sort of a sound with “Why You Do This” and “Bored”, the former having the most irritating and obnoxious chorus I’ve yet to hear in thrash metal. It’s whining. It’s not just singing that sounds whiny; it is true, legitimate whining with audible tears in the back of the eyes. The atmosphere is foreshadowing of what would come years later with Korn.
The production is that of a glorified garage band, and there’s no technicality to keep much interest; most of this album is quite sloppy. The best thing “Frolic through the Park” has going for it is the KISS cover of “Cold Gin.” It’s not that they did anything to make it better; it’s just a good song to begin with and they didn’t screw it up. You’d be surprised how many bands couldn’t even handle that simple task, so I suppose this album has some extra value to it for that reason. I also enjoy the slightly overlong track “Confused” because I see so much potential in it, but they dragged it on a bit too much and sort of ruined things; it has the best riffs on the album, though.
This is not even a shadow of “The Ultra-Violence.” If you like thrash, you need to hear only the first two songs and maybe “Confused.” Don’t even bother with the KISS cover; you can just listen to the real song.
So this album takes a lot of flak. I guess it's hard for a band to come up with an album that has the youthful energy and flair of their previous works. This discussion has been made innumerable times. The damn retroists always say "That band will never top their first". While that may happen a lot, it's not always the case.
One thing that always stands a metal head’s hair up is progression. Some of us see progression as an awesome thing, you know, the natural advancement of a band’s ideas. Others see progression as tearing a band’s sound apart: hello Metallica and Megadeth! So as I see it, we have progression as going either of these two ways… for better or for worse! So, many people bash “Frolic through the Park” because it’s not another “Ultra-violence”. Well, you know what I say to you? Cry about it! Not many bands pull off their original sound, ever. Ok, so I’ll get off that pedestal for a little bit.
So on to the album, and why I think it’s a step in the right direction. “Act III”, for me, was a landmark album. Death Angel was just on this new plane of thrash. They played a thinking man’s thrash metal, with some really interesting riffs, at least on that album. On “Ultra-Violence” the band was just an energetic, young thrash band looking to make a name for themselves. So what did they do on the album in between? Well, let’s get it on to it.
“Frolic through the Park” maintains some of the youthful energy displayed on their debut, especially in the riff and drum department. They play some really awesome riffs, especially on “3rd Floor”. There are even some more cross-over/punk influenced tracks (see: “Why You Do This?”). The riffs are definitely high-paced in some parts, like their earlier work, but they aren’t afraid to slow it down (I’ll go into more detail on that later). There are some cool solos, but they just aren’t completely spot on. It’s almost like their randomly thrown together.
The drums are definitely fun on this album. They may not be as fast and furious as the debut, but man, the fit the music so well, it’s hard not to take notice. The drummer comes up some really interesting lines, and at times does let it loose, but it’s more in control than they unrelenting “Ultra-Violence”.
One of the biggest changes on this album, besides the slower pace of the music, would be the vocals. This is the biggest step in the band’s new direction. The singer is much more controlled, and to me, a lot more fun to listen to. He’s starting to show the elements of a great thrash singer (note: I said “singer”, not “screamer”.). He has a very strange delivery, especially when compared with a lot of other thrash bands at the time. It’s midrange at times, and higher at times, but never really out of control (something he perfected on “Act III”). While it doesn’t work throughout the whole album, listen to the strange NYC-HXC shout on “Open Up”, overall the effect is much better than on “Ultra-Violence”. That and the crazy squeal he does on “Cold Gin”.
So yeah, this may not be as good as “Act III”, but I do believe it is a step towards Death Angel topping “Ultra-Violence”. So, this may not have the debuts energy or speed, and it doesn’t have the straight-up originality of “Act III”. So it’s not a landmark, and it’s not their best. It’s still a good album, and pointed Death Angel in the right direction, so for that I commend them.
To tell the truth, I don’t listen to this album nearly as much as “Act III” or even “The Art of Dying”, but it’s still a solid album. This album, like I said has its high points, it has its low points, but it serves its purpose as a stepping stone for greater things to come. My final analysis of the album is that it’s good for the purpose it served, allowing Death Angel to release “Act III”. If you’re a Death Angel fan, you owe it to yourself to own this. If you’re a thrash fan, and looking to buy a Death Angel album, get a different one first.