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Hatchery - Birth of a Bomb

It's a bomb, alright. - 45%

Diamhea, June 6th, 2015

I'm sympathetic enough to avoid tossing Hatchery under the bus based on the fact that their vocalist sucks eggs, but if Birth of a Bomb is anything, it is a waste of some solid modern thrash riffs. The band is already working with a severely truncated set of appeals right from the start, but Müller's vocals will kill this for even the most patient of listeners. There is virtually no originality present, and the band finds themselves stuck between throwback thrash abandon and modern groovy intonation far too often. They lack the speed to get the old guard's collective rocks off, yet at the same time sound too faceless to excite the new breed. The dense chugging of the rhythm section tries to evoke parallels to that sort of "post-reformation" style that many veteran thrash outfits seemed to fall into during their comebacks, but I find it far less endearing when channeled through a modern act with decidedly fewer strengths.

In any event, there certainly are a few positives worth noting here. Hatchery's arsenal embodies a reasonably consistent repertoire that manages to carve out a decent chunk of upper-mid paced grit redolent of Tempo of the Damned-era Exodus, complete with the bottlenecked distortion that sounds endearingly brickwalled and accentuates the measured tempo pretty well. The better songs generally feature more mosh-worthy intervals, like "Crushing Bones" and "Blood & Guts." Birth of a Bomb is very well produced for a debut, and sounds surgical and lethal in sonic execution. The band can surely crank out a left hook or two courtesy of the rhythm section, but what about the leads? Sadly, they are pretty scarce, although Hatchery does tease at something greater when they are utilized. For example, shoved all of the way at the end of the album is a rousing dual-lead that feeds off of an already-solid passage on "Weekend Warrior," but can you believe this is the only standout example in this regard? Why does the rest of the record have to be so atonal? It isn't like these guys are working with a Slayer level of ichor, what with Exodus-styled refrains and more lightweight lyrical fare.

So with proceedings shaping up to be nothing more than average, Müller's vocals seal Birth of a Bomb's status as a true disappointment. He sounds perennially out of breath, trying to keep up with the rest of the band to no avail. The vocals sort of shift back and forth between a sneering rasp and blown-out screaming attempts. Dude's upper register is nowhere to be fucking found, yet he insists on using the latter style for 90% of the record. There are a few decent gang shouts scattered about, but some of the choruses fall really flat, as the title track is quick to confirm. The poise and clarity granted by the record's strong sonic palette is squandered by these piss-poor vocals. And as mentioned, Hatchery does reasonably well boasting slower, more surefooted tempos. I would find trouble coming to terms with a universe where Birth of a Bomb is anything more than lukewarm, but transparency of this magnitude is inexcusable.

Transparency dictated by a number of "riffs everyone uses," including the main riff of "The Brotherhood," which is ganked in near-exactitude from Overkill's eponymous number. Three songs later "War" opens up with real snoozer which is about on par for a song so inventively titled. Pretty much everything else just sucks too much to bother mentioning, reminding me of fellow Germans Cycle Beating and their inability to make up their collective mind as to whether to thrash or groove. Birth of a Bomb is thrash at heart, but there isn't enough pop for this to earn anything close to a passing grade as far as I am concerned. Apparently the band has re-recorded some of these songs with the new singer, likely realizing what a bomb (yes) they had on their hands with Müller. I don't even know why I bothered with this, as the band has rightfully evaporated into oblivion. Let's hope these weekend warriors didn't quit their day jobs over this.