taken from Digitalmetal.com...
"...And in a surprise report today, we have learned that Deicide -- and Glen Benton in particular -- are no longer the laughing stock of death metal. While Vital Remains Dechristianize hinted at this transformation, sceptics kept a weary eye until new Deicide material actually surfaced. Sources in the past have reported that Deicide's lame turn was due to a contract dispute with Roadrunner Records: we're inclined to believe such incendiary commentary, if only because pieces of shit like Insineratehymn couldn't be released by anyone who still retains the ability to hear. Despite the recent news of Deicide's arrest on weapon, drug and drug paraphernalia charges, the band has crafted a more than solid visceral attack, one that relies on contemporary metal stylings as much as it does on past accomplishments. The first standout tracks are no doubt "Fuck Your God" and "Mad At God." While the latter has one of the silliest (and, no doubt, most non-ironic) song titles of all time, it is a buried alive feast in the classic 1992 sense. "Fuck Your God" relies on machine-gun riffing reminiscent of new metallic darlings Lamb Of God, but as soon as that extremely effective precision is done, a flurry of blasts come crashing back to invade the party. Both "While Heaven Burns" and "Enchanted Nightmare" are also dandies, the metaphysical flames lifting from the veil of compact disc's inherent plastic limitation and implanting their charred anger-release directly into your veins. Very pleasing passages come to fruition on all tracks via multi-layered Benton vocals: the extremity presented elevates itself and the effect is used tastefully, thus increasing its impact. Viewers, please allow us to get slightly existential for a moment. If a band has the continuing ability to put out quality death wares, why would it waste half a decade handing out mediocre bandages that could never cover the flesh wound? Why would a record company allow said band to release pap that sold to an ever declining fanbase (co-relating, of course, with the decline of the songcraft)? That potential breach-of-contract dispute aside, Satan and all his metal disciples are thankful that Mr. Benton hasn't stopped the incessant long-distance calls to Hell; this time, inspiration seems to be in abundance. Deicide's on a new label, namely Earache Records. Deicide's crafted a cool new album. Deicide won't re-define death metal as it once did, but Scars Of The Crucifix is a infusing return to form. In our next story, we'll deal with the report of the week: amazingly, pigs have indeed begun to fly."
"...And in a surprise report today, we have learned that Deicide -- and Glen Benton in particular -- are no longer the laughing stock of death metal. While Vital Remains Dechristianize hinted at this transformation, sceptics kept a weary eye until new Deicide material actually surfaced. Sources in the past have reported that Deicide's lame turn was due to a contract dispute with Roadrunner Records: we're inclined to believe such incendiary commentary, if only because pieces of shit like Insineratehymn couldn't be released by anyone who still retains the ability to hear. Despite the recent news of Deicide's arrest on weapon, drug and drug paraphernalia charges, the band has crafted a more than solid visceral attack, one that relies on contemporary metal stylings as much as it does on past accomplishments. The first standout tracks are no doubt "Fuck Your God" and "Mad At God." While the latter has one of the silliest (and, no doubt, most non-ironic) song titles of all time, it is a buried alive feast in the classic 1992 sense. "Fuck Your God" relies on machine-gun riffing reminiscent of new metallic darlings Lamb Of God, but as soon as that extremely effective precision is done, a flurry of blasts come crashing back to invade the party. Both "While Heaven Burns" and "Enchanted Nightmare" are also dandies, the metaphysical flames lifting from the veil of compact disc's inherent plastic limitation and implanting their charred anger-release directly into your veins. Very pleasing passages come to fruition on all tracks via multi-layered Benton vocals: the extremity presented elevates itself and the effect is used tastefully, thus increasing its impact. Viewers, please allow us to get slightly existential for a moment. If a band has the continuing ability to put out quality death wares, why would it waste half a decade handing out mediocre bandages that could never cover the flesh wound? Why would a record company allow said band to release pap that sold to an ever declining fanbase (co-relating, of course, with the decline of the songcraft)? That potential breach-of-contract dispute aside, Satan and all his metal disciples are thankful that Mr. Benton hasn't stopped the incessant long-distance calls to Hell; this time, inspiration seems to be in abundance. Deicide's on a new label, namely Earache Records. Deicide's crafted a cool new album. Deicide won't re-define death metal as it once did, but Scars Of The Crucifix is a infusing return to form. In our next story, we'll deal with the report of the week: amazingly, pigs have indeed begun to fly."
