Showing posts with label Six Feet Under. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Six Feet Under. Show all posts

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Six Feet Under - Unborn (2013)

It's staggering to me how unbelievably shot Chris Barnes' voice is, although when I think back to 2001's 'True Carnage', it shouldn't be that much of a surprise as the Man had clearly lost it even then, and to think, I thought his vocals on 'The Bleeding' sucked. Ha! Silly me.

Again, this is Barnes with a gang of hipster wiggers coming up with all the music, and as a testament to how out of touch with classic death metal people are these days, everyone's touting this album's greatness as well as Barnes alleged "return to form". Bah. There is no return to form here, folks. Sure, it might not be quite on the same level of boredom that the majority of SFU's catalog is on, but nonetheless, you can forget about hearing anything even remotely close to 'Tomb of the Mutilated' or 'The Bleeding'. All I can tell you is this: if you want "old school" death metal, then go fucking listen to "old school" death metal. That would be pretty much anything from '85-'95. This is not old school death metal. This just plain sucks.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Six Feet Under - Undead


It speaks VOLUMES of how shitastic Six Feet Under albums truly are when Chris Barnes has to turn to a bunch of wiggers in order to get things right. Of course, these are wiggers after all, so how good can the new Six Feet Under album possibly be? Simply put, it is not. Chris Barnes voice sounds as if the gay pirate from Autopsy paid him a visit one night and brutally force fucked his throat as punishment for Chris having dared to try on a pair of Birkenstocks. Chris' throat sounds used and thoroughly abused here, which is obviously not a very brutal thing, considering that he allowed himself to be violated in such a manner.

I'm still confused that everyone persists on praising the musical endeavors of the wiggers that participated on this album as the majority of the shit being churned out of the speakers sounds strikingly similar to Killswitch Engage, As I Lay Dying or any of the other homoliscious bands that have come rampaging out of their closets within the last decade. I guess that everyone wants to "believe" that Chris Barnes still has it in him. The only thing Chris has in him is the gay pirate from Autopsy's wooden cock... shoved straight up his ass.