Today's Pick: Death Symbolic
Death is a classic example of how factors totally unrelated to music come to color judgments of a band. Chuck Schuldiner's long struggle with cancer and subsequent death has resulted in an almost hagiographical character to most discussions of Chuck and Death. As a result, objective analyses of Death's recorded output are scarce on the ground these days.
Despite the widespread myth that Death "founded" the death metal movement, in its early incarnations, the band remained essentially derivative of Possessed. Following the release of their debut Scream Bloody Gore (considered a landmark by some, but actually a second-rate copy of Seven Churches), Death suffered through several lineup changes and released two middling death metal albums in a style the scene had already passed by. Reforming with yet another line-up, Death released Human, which was easily the best work of Chuck's career (of course, the album also featured two members of Cynic, and Human was more than anything a continuation of the style developed during Cynic's demo years). However, this lineup also disintegrated as well (the pattern makes it clear that Chuck was a bit difficult to work with). The follow-up to Human, Individual Thought Patterns, was an attempt at further developing the style of its predecessor, but without Paul Masvidal to give the songwriting direction, it collapsed into an incoherent mishmash of ideas.
Death's next release was Symbolic, a record hailed as a stroke of genius by fanboys the world over. The truth, as usual, is something far different. While Symbolic does clean up the mess that was Individual Thought Patterns, it is not the unique work of brilliance that fanboys would have you believe. Rather, Symbolic is clearly the result of someone passing on Coroner albums to Chuck Schuldiner, because when you strip away all the hype, what you're left with is Mental Vortex and No More Color played in rock 'n roll idiom. Far from a creative work of genius, all Symbolic really amounts to is yet another example of Chuck Schuldiner making a living off the ideas of others.
Above and beyond a lack of any real creative vision, Symbolic suffers from other critical flaws. The mix is patented Morrisound, only more sterile and punchless than usual, its a sound so plastic that even were these songs masterpieces (which, of course, they arent), theyd still sound suspiciously like pop music. Worse, despite adopting a style that is, by its very nature, song rather than album driven, only Zero Tolerance, Crystal Mountain and Perennial Quest are strong enough to stand on their own (and the latter is marred by an irritating, Hey look how syncopated we can be, admire our skill stop-start riffing approach that foreshadows the descent into total wankery that is The Sound of Perseverence). Coupled with the fundamentally unoriginal nature of this music, the deficiencies in the mix and prevalence of filler make this a completely superfluous album that no one really needs to own.