2002 Demo

Wow, not only was this crammed down my throat by some generic asshole with a pretense complex, but it even sucks. I would be willing to overlook the transgressions against decency made by the band member who basically spammed the discussion board with the "start polishing my knob" level of requests to have his damn band listened to.

Dude, your band sucks. And you're an asshole. There's another band called Cydonia, get the fuck over it. And in fact, they've been around probably longer than you, so I'd place the copyright-related yabberings BACK into your ass where you pulled them from, and just quit the shit, shut the fuck up, and appreciate the fact that you're getting some attention here and there.

Well, I hereby declare that this band's fifteen minutes of fame be pared down to five, because this album honestly sucks. It's long, and it's boring - six songs, nearly FIFTY minutes, of slow, generally plodding, poorly constructed "melodic black metal". Not quite the same manner of overwhelming slick lameness as the Cradle of Filths of the world, given that there are no keyboards, but there are still the random drum sections, and the vocalist is generic screechy for the sake of being generic screechy, and of course there's that damn hardcore influence.

The only riffs I can recall are these horrible Pantera-ripoff riffs - yes, it's pseudo-black stuff mixed with hardcore. See "War Cry", which is a far cry from WASP. It's pretty much a bad Hatebreed song, that goes on for eight minutes and has a few tremolo riffs thrown in. But, in general, it's domination, pushed into living end... then throw in the random clean vocals that come in out of nowhere for no apparent reason, and good grief do those clean vocals suck. Fucken mallcore whine-cuntery, all bitching and moaning and stupidity - it's almost like sampled speeches, because the guy's just about talking. He needs to be talking to his doctor because he sounds like he has a stomach ache. The whole vocal effect is "ough, I'm not feeling so well". Imagine the vocal thing at the end of Mandatory Suicide ("my dying, screams of pain..."), and imagine them being done by a mallcock on valium. Oh yes, there's a few whispering sections too. Disturbed called... they want their asinine behavioural patterns back.

The album is completely and utterly without memorability. About three songs in, it started becoming a complete ordeal. When they slow down, they at times sound like the later Fates Warning works; you know, the horrendous, boring era, not the cool era. Again, the harsh vocals are completely gratuitous. When they speed up, it's the usual bullshit tremolo stuff that pretty much got old by 1990. Kreator did it well. Bathory did it well. Most bands do NOT do it well.

Highlights... probably the first song, because it is the shortest on here. This Mourning Forlorn, clocking in at thirteen and a half minutes, is exquisitely Opeth-like in its ability to induce a coma. Echoes of Obscurity is pretty much one long section of samples. Holy fucking christ. We're about to die.

I'm honestly not sure why this dude is coming in like his band is the greatest thing ever - it's one thing if Yngwie came in and was his usual Yngwie-like self, because he's actually got talent... these schmoes are technologically backwards and the whole thing sounds like a sloth masturbating. Slow, boring, and when all is said and done, the result is about as enjoyable as sloth semen. I remember other message-board dimfucks that think they're Satan's gift to the metal-listening community... from the Blistered Earth guitarist (who actually can play decent riffage) to countless other poseur drones that think that because they bought some studio time, the world is supposed to fall at their feet. Come back when you get some songwriting skills, Domenic and pals. I mean the instruments are played competently, but there isn't any actual CONTENT to be found here. It's too bad you can't buy talent, inspiration, and the ability to be COMPLETELY FUCKING METAL-IST-KRIEG, because then I could throw in a few jokes starting with "if you had a nickel for every time you were a spamming asshole..."

Gawd, I need some Overkill. SIT DOWN, AND SHUT UP. SIT THE FUCK DOWN, AND SHUT THE FUCK UP.