Review Summary: Succulent farts, but not from a 5 star fart restaurant.
Shuriken’s newest album is both great and terrible, like being stranded on an island, and miraculously finding a backpack, but it only has one can of Ravioli. That one can of trashy, yet succulent pasta goodness will not last long, and you will soon die, and that is the effect of this album. You see, this is some basic death metal stuff that’s dece but not long-lastingly delicious, and not life saving, and it comes with a price: those ***stick vocals. The gutturals and shrieks are combined well, but do they rest well on the ears like a fairy, casually caressing the lobes? Nope. The vocals are hit or miss, they vomit hard, but not always satisfyingly.
But is it a good album!! That depends on if you can stomach the putrid bowels of mutated Hellhound farts without a gas mask. Yet strum-wise, noodles are everywhere and the drums slap on top of the noodle plate like a live fish that the Hellhounds eat. It’s pretty crazy, that drummer is a machine, those snares are tighter than a Boa’s hug, and the riffs are the tastiest pasta. I promise you Willie would agree with me. So the album is like dining in Hell, which is cool until you realize you’re actually in Hell, and then you wish you didn’t call Billy a moose ***ing hobo.
So yeah this is a standard death metal album just with fast guitaring and fast drumming - they must enjoy fasting (get it?). Some will say this *** murders, I say it’s aight. It’s more repetitive than getting junk mail, but one might say repetitively awesome. It depends on how many grotesque squashed squashes you can take. Therefore, it’s a great album but it’s not in the upper echelon, and thus only in the middle class section of Hell. Sure! It’s okay.
