Nevermore's early albums always appealed to me because the guitars were just as atmospheric as they were technical. While impressive riffs abounded, it was the dissonance in the background that always gave me that sense of unnerve, that haunting depravity that reminded us all of the bleakness and death-rot within this unending spectacle of life.
Slowly but surely, as the guitar's range got wider and the production got "better" (love you Neil!), that sense of impending doom disappeared in the name of cheap thrills and flashy masturbation. EoR was the pinnacle of the combination of vicious tech-shred & existential dread, but it's never been the same--Nevermore's never been the same.
The band lured me in with their authenticity in the face of thrash metal's typical pretentious fantasy.
Drugs, religion, politics, cognative motherfucking dissonance. More of that please, and less candy coated sterile pseudo-perfection.
I walk with WD. Let's go on a trip.