Ok, so what do you call a rabidly anti-Christian death metal band, whose latest platter includes a healthy dollop of classic metal riffing and soloing, has had an excellent production job and features Glenn Benton as the lead singer? Ok, so chances are if you hadn't seen the title of the review you would probably have put “Deicide” as your answer. Vital Remains latest (burnt) offering is an affront to all that is decent and upstanding about our modern Christian society. Excellent.
Their last opus, “Dechristianize” was much lauded in the death metal world, and rightly so. It seems that the unholy trio have decided (should that be dei-cided?) to outdo themselves
this time with a right corker of an album. This is barbarous, rabid death metal of the most egregiously unpleasant kind. As if having Mr. Benton wasn't enough of a cast iron pedigree, the band have only gone and recruited chisel-cheeked barking stalwart one Mr Erik Rutan to produce. In every sense, Vital Remains have set themselves up to succeed. That they have, because this is to my ears the best “major label” death metal album of the year so far.
From the gory album cover, through to the blasting, ravishing strains of first track proper “Icons of Evil”, this has intent to completely destroy Christianity branded through it. Inhumanly fast drumming and light-speed riffing give way to mildly eastern sounding guitar soloing, the song then segueing into an almost traditional metal mid section reminiscent of a better produced early Testament track. This is an album of light and shade, complex song arrangements favour the juxtaposition of heads down blunt-instrument death metal, married to the sinister and sublime slower sections. Guitar fans are in for a complete treat, as Dave Suzuki produces stunning solo after stunning solo, while the rhythm work of Tony Lazaro is bound to have you all dusting off the old air guitars and throwing up the horns in satisfaction. Between the two of them, they handle all musical duties (via studio magic, I reckon – although they might be like the proverbial one-man bands of yore), with Benton concentrating on vocals, which are as ever as uncompromisingly gruff and brutal as you are likely to hear. Suzuki produces rasping back up vocals akin to those heard on the last couple of Deicide albums.
The production is excellent, as you would expect, with plenty of mid-range clout and a particularly biting guitar sound. The percussion is brought out well, particularly with the pounding rhythm of tracks like “Hammer Down the Nails”. The shortest track on here is the cover version (Yngwie Malmsteem anyone!), and even that weighs in at almost five minutes in length. Generally, the epic neck-destroying work outs are at about the seven minute size, which is ample opportunity for the fantastic song writing to shine.
I really can't say enough good things about this album. It's as perfect a marriage of the more brutal end of the spectrum with the rich vein of history of traditional metal as you are ever likely to find. Blasphemy has never been so cultured.