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Tripped Over Its Own Feet - 10%

Byrgan, November 30th, 2008

Decollation play an amalgamation of varied genres. Fused together to form an inconsistent, stumbling, though serious, but obnoxious release. When playing Cursed Lands, the production emitting from my speakers sounds clear. But what comes across musically is quite an annoying entree of overspoiled and overly cooked song writing. The music is quite avant-gardish at points, and underneath I hear a straining drive to play a progressive black-death style of music.

The song structures change so often that if I were to piece together every faltering point it would be unnecessary and a waste of time. The problem is that it is hard to follow the band through the songs. Change-ups can be a good thing if the musicians alluringly pull you along, but if you feel that the rabbit they are leading with is a ploy, then all bets are off. With a total of almost 26 minutes split into 4 songs, you can only assume that the weak grip they present will slip pretty fast. They use a 'light' and 'hard' side. Where at moments a keyboard might sway you with a moody piece and then all of a sudden the nails-against-the-chalk-board vocalist says a coined word and a blast beat ensues.

The music works together to make a collection of disjointed and off-time signatures into a progressive whole. The guitars will typically not repeat a particular riff for too long. They use quite a lot of versatilities. From single note tremolo picked faster sections, resembling a black metal piece; to change to chugging death metal like riffs, mixed with plenty of fancy change ups and prearranged stale scales. There are quite a few moments of louder than the rest of the music leads. Again running through the scales, as much as a pretentious prodigy of a teenager, just leaving his weekend guitar lesson. At times, the guitars might play the same riff and speed up his picking hand, elevating the drums from a mid-level to blast or vice-versa. The drums have an over-produced and polished sound, leading to, in this case, a lifeless quality. Giving you drum triggers galore, making them an untimely and unwanted gift from: Yours Truly, Decollation.

Along with the hogwash of instruments, you get keyboards served in a stylish and randomly arranged, random ingredient manner. At times they will pick up the song from going completely down the drain, to just thrown in the background for the sake of being thrown into the background. The vocalist is another reason that makes this album so hard to listen to. He has a dry, unpowerful, up-front vocal presentation. They are painstakingly placed up front so you can hear every single, agonizing moment. He has a quick, deeper, yet a little above normal talking vocalization. At the same time he sounds like he has pudding or Jello wedged in his mouth, or possibly even Jello-pudding. Which obscures his voice and makes him sound obnoxious. To top off the sour taste, he has a funny and off color way of saying forced statements before a pick-up moment; villainous, cardboard laughing included at one point too. Like, "say yeah" "thrash" and other phrases you might only hear from an eighties thrash band or traditional doom band. Except with conviction.

Overall, from listening to this EP, I have come to a few conclusions. One is that with the mass ability displayed, I think that Decollation could have probably put out a decent album that didn't try so many various combos and twists and turns. The purpose of this recording was to have a wide range of change ups and genre-fusing. But it comes across as tripping over their own feet in the process. Because it doesn't build on a particular section, rather it switches up to the next best progression of showmanship. Therefore a potential atmosphere is lost and the big concentration here is instrumentation, and there isn't even a set tone to fall back on. Time has shown us these type of outputs are a hard thing to achieve. They might come to the hands of a stickler for supreme musical quality. But will quickly be dropped for the next best thing, because this output lacks foundation even if it was an earlier runner.