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Mellow-Deaf Eddie Trunk would listen to - 0%

bitterman, October 2nd, 2013

Considering the depths one time member Mike Amott has fallen in recent times, and the downward decline in quality of their output in the 90s, it's no surprise that this recent Carcass album is a deplorable, artistically void album that reeks of commercial whoredom. Necroticism was boring, Heartwork was whoring, and Swansong was misdirected, genre confused hard rock, so what's left for Carcass to do? Mix everything that made their 90s output forgettable and further ruin their reputation. From the misguided fan-service lyrics to the rock harmony 101 Saturday morning cartoon theme song riffs that are the focus of these tracks, this album reeks of compromises and vacuity.

The lyrics are one of the worst things to this album. From the cover art to the song titles, this is very inappropriate subject matter for the music. Violent themes for happy muzak. It seems like Carcass are trying to cash in on what people "think" they know from Carcass, that being medical themes, but this whoring bunch of commercial Wacken metal probably would have benefited from the "emotional and personal" approach that was utilized on Heartwork and Swansong. Just by reading the song titles, it feels like something a focus group put together to make the album appeal to fans of vastly different eras of Carcass, but it fails, coming off as words thrown over muzak at the last minute.

Muzakly speaking, this is Heartwork-esque stadium rock mellow-deaf with butt rock solos that are so cheesy, it came as a surprise to find out Mike Amott had no part in this. There is more Wacken crowd pandering in here with the harmonized dual lead parts than anything attempted in the past, making a lot of the music here sound like nothing more than recent Arch Enemy with Jeff Walker vocals and some blast beats. The song structures are verse-chorus affairs, but then they throw in these "unexpected" extended bridges in there to appeal to the people that thought Necroticism's bloated and unnecessarily long songs were "unique", even if they don't correlate well with what preceded it, to make it seem like something "complex" had just occured in what was otherwise a simple song with a simple goal. It's fist in the air drunken stupidity, replete with down-picked power chord groove rock riffs aplenty, making this all feel like a more uptempo version of Swansong than the Necroticism meets Heartwork album the band promised. Occasionally, blasting over riffs like the one played on Heartwork's Carnal Forge make an appearance, but only as something that feels forced, as if checked off a list of things that must be included on the album so people think it's "death metal" and not stadium rock.

The poor quality of this album was to be expected considering this band had run out of usefulness after Symphonies of Sickness. This is really not much different from whatever Nuclear Blast would churn out on a regular basis since the late 90s, just with the Carcass brand name attached to it. Worse yet, while a lot of Heartwork and even Swansong had identifiable songs, this just seems like any ordinary mellow-deaf album with an overly sterile production with the only allusion to old Carcass being the hoarse rasping of Jeff Walker. If you want to listen to the same album Century Media and Nuclear Blast has been dumping out in different ways since figuring out stadium metal dressed up in death metal aesthetics for the sake of "rebellion" was a sales hit, by all means pick it up. If you enjoy Carcass, the unique entity who offered a new voice and perspective to underground metal, stick with their first couple albums.