Yet another album undeservedly slagged by the legion of internet-age homos who attempt to pass themselves off as connoisseurs of elite musical taste. Barf. How's that taste, ya fucks?
90% of this album fucking crushes fags skulls into a pulpy, A.I.D.S. tainted and syrupy-like mess. Goopy, even. When I listen to this album, I feel like I'm in the middle of some post-apocalyptic, Mad Max movie, where armies of assless chap clad barbarians rocking mohawks and hockey masks are bashing in each other's skulls and running preppie faggot blog owners over with all manners of nigger rigged Pintos and Hoopty Lamborghinis. Yes, this is what I envision folks, as I cannot, for the life of me, understand why so many butthurt denizens have cried foul upon this album's release. Mind you, this album isn't brutal in the wigger/So-Cal sense, this is a post-nuclear smorgasbord served up L.A. beaner style. Being that Jesse Pintado was the main riff-writer on this album, a vast majority of it has a weird, sort of "evil" vibe to it, similar to much of the early "second wave" Napalm albums that he was part of.
Yes, there is a track or two that kind of just came and went, but oh well. No biggie whatsoever. Allow me to let you in on a little secret: I was never a fanatic for 'World Downfall'. Yeah, yeah, sure, I identify it as being a milestone in grind, yada, yada, but there were too many thrashy/hardcore-isms flying around for my taste. I was never into punk and the whole pretentious "attitude" thing (not to mention the lame, shitty musicianship) and a goodly sum of the songs on 'World Downfall' were just downright boring to me. 'Darker Days Ahead' is way more on my level of interest. Stylistically, this album isn't far removed from 'Eternal/In Cold Blood' era Malevolent Creation with its deadpan brutality and straightforward assault. Apparently Pintado had had enough of Napalm's experimentation as this album is by far moreto the point than anything ND has released since '92's 'Utopia Banished'.
Vocalist Anthony Rezhawk is more to my liking than Oscar Garcia ever was, so there are no complaints in that department. I'm sure many whiny faggot bitches got their panties twisted over Pete Sandoval's over-processed drum sound on this album, but oh well. For me, it lends to the album an almost industrial feel that only adds to the whole post-apocalyptic vibe, not to mention the fact that: when are people going to realize that triggers do not help you play. It is merely a matter of sound quality. using triggers does not magically make someone faster. Sure, there are plenty of albums where the drums do indeed sound like shit as a result of that particular effect. There are also many albums where it just happens to work. Get the fuck over it already. Besides, I think Sandoval's at the point in his career where he can pretty much do whatever the fuck he wants. I'm sure he's not losing any sleep because some butt hurt little nerd who discovered Terrorizer on Youtube yesterday read a comment about his use of triggers and decided to pass along the disdain as being part of the whole "underground/true/kvlt" movement dictates. What a bunch of fucking chumps.
This album slays and fuck you.
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