By steel Druhm on might 7, 2015 in 2015, American Metal, death Metal, steel Blade, Reviews, fatality Metal, hefty Metal, 48 comments

After a few decades in the music industry, kris Barnes may have his share of enemies, yet none can cause the mammoth career damage he on regular basis inflicts ~ above himself. After what seems prefer a lifetime of sub par and also outright terrible releases from his Six Feet Under project, he lastly stumbled top top something decent with 2013s Unborn. Sure, it to be still rudimentary, groove-heavy Neanderthal death, but the writing and also playing to be a huge step forward and for once, things didn’t feeling like a parody of the genre. In the unfamiliar place of coming turn off a great album, Mr. Barnes naturally determined to capitalize on the momentum by tossing his entire band and also opting come write and record the new opus v Phil hall of Cannabis Corpse. Ns mean, what could go wrong? Well, the quick answer is, pretty lot everything. Crypt that the Devil is choose Cannabis Corpse act a parody that Six Feet Under rather of their usual target of Cannibal Corpse. It’s brootal in the it’s practically impossible come sit through or take it seriously, and also it’s hefty in the feeling that it’s ponderous burden to review it. I drew the shortest straw…again.

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Things open on a (relative) high point with “Gruesome” through its Decide meets Cannibal Corpse flavor with a little bit of Autopsy combined in. It’s particularly generic and not specifically memorable, however hey, it’s Six Feet Under. What go stand out is the top quality solo work listed by Brandon Ellis (Arsis, Cannabis Corpse). From over there things go wonky bonkers quickly with “Open Coffin Orgy” whereby Barnes through a vocal technique akin to a junkyard dog barking and howling. It’s (I assume) unintentionally funny and also as you wonder who let the dogs out, the music ferris wheel schizophrenically in between primitive Massacre worship and quasi tech-death. It’s prefer the tape tried everything and nothing worked and it ends up a shit present on ice.

Other missteps encompass the high institution band top quality of “Break the cross in Hell” i m sorry reminds me of the kiddie death act Crucifictorious native Friday Night Lights and that’s not a compliment. “The Night Bleeds” has a few wicked etc lines and also cracking solos, but it’s all down the drain when Barnes come in sound as if he videotaped his vocals through a drain.

The ideal song is “Lost Remains” which benefits from one upscale arsenal of death and also doom riffs and features a an ext restrained Barnes bruising. It drops somewhat in line through the product on Unborn and also therefore stands head and also shoulders over the remainder of Crypt the the Devil. Likewise somewhat decent is the basic plod of “Slit Wrists,” however it won’t make anyone’s job or demand extensive replays.


With runtime simply shy that 37 minutes, girlfriend don’t acquire a most material and for that I’m thankful. It also helps the the songs every clock in between three and four minute so none traction the penalty out. Even with the brief runtime, this is an arduous hear at best and also the short DR doesn’t assist much.

Performance-wise, the clean winner is Brandon Ellis on command guitar. His fluid, snakey and melodic solo work is the bright point out on every song, despite they frequently feel out-of-place amongst the inane drone. The guy can certainly shred and while the can’t rescue the material, the does do his moments count. As for kris Barnes, to it is in blunt, that does a damaging job here. He’s somehow one of the vital innovators of the genre and also one of its every time worst vocalists. No straightforward feat to pull the one off. He generally sounds prefer a dog or a newly stuck piggy and also when he’s no doing his Barnyard standards schtick, he’s back to his classic cupped mic garbage disposal roar. It’s terrible and distracting and makes every little thing seem like a big goof. As well as that, the does simply fine.

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Six Feet Under was always the lowest typical denominator of death metal and also even on your upswing they to be no better than average. Currently they’ve went back to form, i m sorry is sub-serviceable. If you have actually a fetish because that cartoonish steel with a painfully short I.Q., this might last a couple of spins, yet I doubt you’ll be encouraged by it. There’s merely too lot superior death on the industry to give your time and money come this type of pablum. Nuff said.

Rating: 2.0/5.0DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 273 kbps mp3Label: steel BladeWebsites: Dates: Out an international 05.05.2015