Review Summary: An album of the absolute highest quality that doesn't give a fuck about you0 of 3 thought this review was well written
This album is pure ***ing evil in the very best way, and if you can not hear an infant screaming somewhere, then you clearly have not got it playing loud enough, and if you CAN hear an infant screaming, then perhaps you should consider turning this right up to shut the little ***er up. This is thirty minutes of pure riffage that hits you like a collapsing brick wall and the array of riffs on display here is wider than Miley Cyrus' bucket. This has fast riffs, slow riffs, mid paced riffs, square riffs, circle riffs, oblong riffs, riffs that kick you in the balls, riffs that crack your skull open from behind and an absolutely possessed vocal performance. If you thought you knew death metal before listening to this then consider this to be your lesson in how death metal should really sound. That being said, if you're a death metal fan and haven't heard this then you ain't a ***ing death metal fan.
Right from the opening song, Satan Spawn The Caco-Demon, you know that this is going to be something special. Hell, its a song about DOOM for ***s sake, and if that ain't enough to persuade you to buy this then you're probably Scrooge or some queer like that with no soul. The vocals are absolutely demented with a range of lower growls and then a higher register that never fails to give me chills and *** me up, but it isn't in the gay way like the thought of visiting some Dubstep show one day, it is in the sense that it is so amazing from the opening riff right through to the ending shrieks. This *** is enough to bite Mike Tysons' ear off, man, and never stops kicking you in the face. Every song is both catchy and amazing, but again, it is not catchy in the gay sense like AIDs is, this is infectious and will have a huge lasting impact on you. Every single riff is perfectly written so that the more deliberate chord based ones are stacked up beautifully against the faster tremolo picked ones. On this album Deicide's riffs became slightly more technically oriented but they were more wise than to take the pointless wankery route and instead focused on creating a memorable death metal experience, and it shows as this is surprisingly a lot more FUN than most death metal albums.
The drumming is intense, with a lot of double bass thrown in there and frequent thrash beats as well as blasts. Dead But Dreaming is a perfect example of this as it contains vast amounts of both from start to finish and never really lets up in the heaviness department either. However, this does not go into absolute overdrive in the sense of the average Cryptopsy album and therefore remains a slightly more accessible nature-***, even my Great Nan who listens to her Vera Lynn bull *** could get into this. This is just one of those albums that never fails to both outrage and astound, with the lyrical content being the blaspheme that infests all Deicide albums (for the record, the band's name even means "to kill a God"-yeah, you KNOW this is gonna rule now) and the instrumental work being both brutal and at the same time a lot more catchy than the majority of death metal out there. The best song on the album would either be Satan Spawn The Caco Demon (purely on merit that it is based on Doom, which came out when i was but ten and i am still ***ing addicted to) or Repent To Die which contains one of the best riff sets on the album, particularly at 2.15, and also packs in a really solid solo. For the most part, on this album, the solos drag it away from the perfection that their first album was a little bit because they are really nowhere near as well written but on this song the solo really adds to it.
This is easily Deicide's second best album-the band died in an unfortunate jet-skiing accident in the River Nile whilst battling Manticores and Sphinx's following the release of this one and let a bunch of ***ing amateurs take their place for the next release carrying the Deicide name. If you want thirty minutes of uncompromising death metal goodness that will forcible violate your ass hole and your cunt (if you have a cunt) and your ears and nostrils and do unspeakable things to your innards, or if you want an album so strong all it would need to do is queef to knock Chuck Norris over, and if you are straight, then this is the album for you, bitches.