Review Summary: Evilford really likes this album, so be nice in the comments.
I asked for a weird album to review and evilford gave me this one, go figure. He’s all about the dad metal, but I’m a dad these days so it suits me fine. In fact, this album brought me back to the days of Irepress and such bands. Cadaveric Fumes are weird enough that they’re creative like that, but the riffs go hard. Riffs here noodle and spoodle, but I wouldn’t call ‘em copied pasta, they’re not meme worthy enough. It’s more disso death than anything, just with extra cute whirlpool swirlies riffage. You can almost feel the bubbles envelope you, it’s pretty cool. Supposedly this should be a really obscure, spacey album. Instead it is solid prog death with hints of sludge rock and doom, and a teaspoon of cosmic ambience. Lit, if you ask me.
It’s an interesting album for sure. This retro style of death metal used to be cool, and it still is for true believers! The production could’ve used more window cleaning, but no biggie. Foggy vocals and the screwy guitars make a beautiful sewage milkshake, and for some reason I like it. Maybe it’s just because I’m old, just kidding, this album goes.
The riffs/drums are dirty and cosmic as fuck like a galactic hippie seeing his favourite bands live two days in a row and not showering. Ironic, I would’ve loved to see this band live. Whoever you are, Sunnyvale or rabidfish, it doesn’t matter because these mud farts are impressive slabs of manly slaps either way. It’s served on a silver platter with sharp, pointy cutlery and perfect for you old folks of which I am one, and did I mention I’m old.
A couple things to mention: the drums are pretty forgettable, and the tracks are kinda forgettable. That being said, you’re still getting smacked in the face with multiple two-by-fours and then hit by a cement truck driven by a horse so it ain’t bad. There are certainly more boring ways to spend your day because this album is not boring. It is metal. Anyway, back to listening to the album.
