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...and here it is. Origin's true beginnings: the genesis of this pathetic genre known as technical brutal death metal. Apparently not happy with being an inoffensive deathgrind band any longer, Origin decided to take a different direction with their sophomore album: playing music that tries to be fast and relentless and fails miserably for that very reason. Their lack of ability to comprehend simple songwriting skills is astounding, and with this release, it gets even worse.
Origin's debut Origin was at least tolerable on a musical level; Informis Infinitas Inhumanitas is beyond levels of mediocrity and into actual annoyance. Origin have abandoned the groovy yet relatively heavy chugging they used on their debut, in favorite of a much more relentless but ultimately ostensibly heavy form of music. 6/8 time signatures dominate the album to a truly irritating extent, and while the band has not yet resorted to constant weedle-wank at this mark in their career, they're sinking pretty close to it here: constant tremolo guitars playing the same kind of "ominous" riff for what essentially amounts to the whole entire album. It's honest-to-god sad that the band has existed for five fucking years at this point in their existence and they still think people want to hear music that is nothing at all but constant blasting and tremoloing. Hint: they don't. I'll make it very clear once again: if your music constantly blasts and hammers on the snare with no apparent direction, it has no opportunity to release momentum. Hence, it has no groove. That's fine if you're going to play a genre like black metal or raw noise, but death metal has to have some sort of element of catchiness applied to its formula. Otherwise, you end up with something that more or less equates to this: mechanical, soulless death metal that is too annoying to even be worth a laugh. The vocalist barks out some exceptionally boring growls, but the Lord Worm influence from the self-titled release is gone: to get a mental image of the vocal performance on Informis, imagine a Swedish guy with strep throat. Even worse, the high, shrieking screams are ten times more populous this time around. Because when I think of relentless, brutal music, the first thing that comes to mind is deathcore.
Come to think of it, this Informis Infinitas Inhumanitas reminds me of that movie Speed, and it would make a very viable explanation for this shit: the band may have hypothetically had a bomb in their recording studio that would have gone off if they dropped below 180 beats per minute for more than half a second. Makes sense, when you think about it: the guitar riffs are spastic and boring because the guitarists were improvising things on the spot; the vocalist is screaming so often because he fears for his life; and the drummer was simply trying to help the other members keep tempo so they wouldn't fuck up. It doesn't explain the bland production job that Origin seems to be eternally cursed with, but it does explain the shitty musical quality of the resulting recordings.
Honestly, regardless of Howard Payne's involvement in the making of this record, it's really, really bad. It's fast and relentless for the sake of fast and relentless, when we already have bands like Torsofuck and Last Days of Humanity that do that just fine. Avoid this album in whatever manifestations it may take.