Rings of Saturn
Ultu Ulla

2.0
poor

Review

by ian b. USER (42 Reviews)
August 3rd, 2017 | 177 replies

Release Date: 2017 | Tracklist

Review Summary: potential in the form of discounted projectile vomiting.

Rings of Saturn are a relatively… interesting band to say the least. Not in their musical composition, if it wasn’t already previously apparent; Rings of Saturn can not craft a song with actual structure or fluidity to save their life. Now that that’s out of the way for the uninformed, Rings of Saturn over the years have built up a quirky cult fanbase based on their dabblings into alien culture with their self-imposed blend of “aliencore” and tech-death. This basically means their guitars are played off the rails at a 100mph shitting out the most projectile liquid diarrhea into off-kilter muscle-meat breakdowns while some shithead screams at the top of his lungs (or throat in this case) about aliens or some shit with no effort to enunciate his words whatsoever. What they’re doing is original in some aspects, but the watered down breakdowns and garbage disposal-esque vocals that pop up every 20-45 seconds kill every unique and positive moment this album has to really offer.

It’s quite a shame though really, Rings of Saturn definitely have the potential to craft some decently written pieces with triumphant synthesizers and phenomenal lead guitar work. This idea is proven in songs like “Immemorial Essence” and their instrumental opus “The Macrocosm”, which not only contains some of the most creative and beautiful lead guitar work on this album, but in technical death metal as a whole. Like, if Rings of Saturn were actually able to conduct and perform a whole album, or even a handful of tracks similar in composition to “The Macrocosm”, they could create one of the most impressive and ravishing albums under the technical death metal label. However, this isn’t necessarily the case here, since they water themselves down with over-the-top triggered drums, overproduced and repetitive vocals, and most frivolously, an abundance of godawful breakdowns that would even bore Thy Art Is Murder fans to death. But until we get a fluid and well-structured album akin to “The Macrocosm”, we have this, which is just another disposable deathcore release that’s trying to be so much more, but refuses to grow the balls to do so.

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