Soon thereafter I decided I no longer wanted to write for the magazine I contributed to at the time, and though I fulfilled my end of the bargain and penned the piece out of respect for Mr. Lemay regarding the new album and figured I might as well post it up. Words can feel cheap when attempting to describe a piece of music that is profoundly moving. How does one accurately articulate a language that is, in its essence, a revolt against the perceived supremacy of words?
And in the spirit of losing yourself in the evoked inexplicable and casting aside the humility of emotional discipline, for an album like this, hiding behind a safe statement seems cowardly. Fuck it. In the history of recorded music. The fleeting fancy of relatively mainstream commercial attention had ditched thrash and the few it acknowledged in death, looking towards the groovier and more palatable metal of Pantera and the hip-hop inclined, and the established bands who had grown tired of the same old sounds began to actively eschew the rigidity of the genre, experimenting with pretty much anything that piqued their interest.
Just at the tip of the iceberg, Death began rewriting the definition of tech, Entombed slowed it down and got their rock on, Pestilence tried their hand at an atmospheric jazzier bit, Atheist followed the Latin tangent, and Cynic just ditched death metal entirely. All the while, bands like Meshuggah, Opeth, and Akercocke began to emerge and further broadened the scope of a genre already built on an expansive set of roots.
Winding through a paradoxical and alienating soundscape, the demented genius of the three-ring amplified string circus anchored in precisely schizophrenic beats harmonises dissonance in abstract melodies and challenges listeners to look beyond the traditional parameters of song with calculated but seemingly arbitrary movements and structures. Steve McDonald [drums] came do the tour and Steeve Hurdle came to play guitar.
I was really happy because they were all leaders in each of their previous bands, and they were over-creative, and for the first time I had some other band mates with very strong ideas and very strong opinions about writing a song. The work of this collective conscience came together slowly at first, their personal styles taking time to merge in each single unit of song.
But once they got the hang of it, things moved faster than they expected. I think its the one that has the most awkward geometry and set up the colour and the tone for the whole record, because if you listen to the record without this song I think it would have a different angle. Stiff and Cold Disincarnated Considered Dead Rottenatomy Bodily Corrupted Waste of Mortality Drifting Remains Hematological Allergy Inoculated Life With Their Flesh, He'll Create Condemned to Obscurity The Erosion of Sanity Orphans of Sickness Hideous Infirmity A Path Beyond Premonition Odors of Existence Dormant Misery Obscura Earthly Love The Carnal State Nostalgia The Art of Sombre Ecstasy Clouded Subtle Body Rapturous Grief La mort orgasme Illuminatus Faceless Ones
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