This album starts off with “to meet again,” I never met them the first time. Here is obscure metal from Mexico, care of Moribund, with a nicely detailed album cover that screams bash and bellow war metal. In that sense I am not disappointed. These guys can bash with the best of them, but the bellowing is sub-standard, even at the black metal school entry level. I’m not sold on the band mostly because of the production. I don’t think it is intentionally bad, but it suffers from being overly flat, no energy, no real drive from the guitars and vocals are too low. If this was intentional, my apologies to the sound engineer, but it does the band no favors. The one thing this style of music needs more than anything else is power, in your face, bash your head in with a telephone pole, subtlety delivered with power and aggression. The power is missing and I don’t think the band should be held accountable.
Musically this is derivative, 100% unoriginal, paint by numbers, generic, all of which bothers me not one iota, so here is my plan, instead of spending 15 bucks buying this disc, send the money straight to the band as a gift. Think of it like putting all of your money toward programming instead of getting the free mug with membership.
It’s not like the extreme metal market is over-saturated with mediocre copy cat bands or anything, I don’t see albums flying off the Mallwort shelves like cabbage patch dolls, and unoriginality never offended me anyway.
I hear some good ideas swarming around in the mush, cool riffs poorly placed. Discord for the sake of discord can get you far in war metal, but getting all your riffs in a row can do wonders.