King Carnage
Ounce Of Mercy, Pound Of Flesh ()
Wydane przez Badgod Music/Metal Detector Music PromotionRok wydania Kraj USANapisał Flemming Gabin4
If King Carnage would have an ounce of mercy they’d write more concise songs, and if they would have a pound of flesh, they’d actually do something with what they have. Anyway, this is the death metal band centered around one Patrick Brown, who originally lived in Kansas City, Missouri. Yeah, Angelcorpse and Origin hail from that region too, and so does Todd Sheets. Anyway, the guy relocated to California, no doubt to kickstart his career in death metal. Making money in death metal is as much of a pipedream as it is for me ever hooking up with Jocelyn-Kay Lewis or Summer St. Clair, here we are with the debut. Odin knows I’m generally not a difficult guy to please when it comes to death metal. As long as its heavy, well written and hateful/dark sounding you can throw anything at me. King Carnage is mostly heavy, but none of the other two. That wouldn’t be much of a hassle were it not that all these tracks sound plastic, mechanical and, well, contrived, forced and pointless, really. I don’t fucken get it. Why are all these bands so eager to rush out with half-assed debut albums that consist of songs that haven’t properly gestated yet? Are they so eager to play shows in divebars? That desperate to fondle and fuck the tits of the underage fangirls? Who is this aimed at, and where do they live so I can fucken bash their stupid heads in? King Carnage can’t even decide what it wants to be apparently. They either chug like Six Feet Under, or plod on these – decidedly convincing sounding – dark and moody sections, but both are abandoned for artificial heaviness and the weakest whisphered grunts this side of… I dunno, Eibon La Furies? For fuck’s sake, try harder. I wish I was making this all up, but I’m not. This record is terrible. If I didn’t knew any better, I’d say this was a Belgian band – but I’m better than that. I’m not nearly drunk enough to find this tolerable, but I’m perfectly content to shit on this platter of underachieving and trivial time wasting. I’m the great critic, and from daylight in my ivory tower I hide. I’ve heard the abysmal and all that lies within. I’m the great critic, and I’m not having fun. May you never pick up an instrument ever again. This makes Divine Pustulence sound good. There, I said it.
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