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Freedom Call - Dimensions Review

by Mark Hensch

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During a time when I was shifting to an adult, I did my best doing “adult” things, like staying up late and watching TV at midnight or whatever. Conan O’Brien’s show quickly became a regular view as it was (and still is) hilarious, yet I remember one instance when watching the program that remained so strange I could never forget it no matter how many years had passed. The skit presented a bald man slamming empty water jugs together while screaming, “I AM NOT ANNOYING!” again and again until being booed off stage; he had a good ten seconds of doing his best pestering other people beyond words. It was then I realized some folks actually find irritating entertainment their gift to the world, but our jug-slamming friend isn’t alone in his crusade to bother others.

Take for instance a few individuals bent on making you feel uncomfortable with their horrid instrumentation and disturbing positivity: Freedom Call. When not skipping through flower fields, these Germans show off sub-par studio recordings filled with fluff, yet nothing can match the redundancy of Freedom Call’s fifth bowel movement entitled Dimensions. Sure you could say they’ve done a few good things before, but this here is simply unforgivable. When entering the world of Dimensions, I see nothing more than a group of tools shoving a pop-influenced agenda while chipping away at patience’s threshold until it lies in pieces.

Power metal focusing on poppy vocals adjacent to strong keyboards is often labeled flower metal because of its lacking force and all-consuming puffiness, and that’s exactly what Freedom Call aimed for here. Throughout every moment of this disc, Christian Bay’s overly-bombastic singing devours nearly all audio space while a series of riffs, bass lines, and percussion patterns lightly drive at a changeless pace until the number on your CD player rolls over. But when that happens, Freedom Call backtracks right into a one-way street of rehashed power metal driven by Bay’s deafening voice and light keyboards. Power metal can have a few fairly generic qualities, yet these guys have gone about to make a pop-influenced disaster more predictable than a hooker’s STD checkup. It’s rather confusing how inconsistency is so common, because we’re offered a total shredding apparatus entitled “United Alliance” right after the album’s first two songs, and it’s actually a very decent track overall; sadly, that’s where interest begins to expire. Freedom Call’s remaining chorus-based thumps are like White Castle cheeseburgers: feeble, cheap, and a major acquaintance with indigestion.

When discussing annoyance, one must understand Dimensions is the pinnacle of such an issue as it pumps displeasure like a heart does blood. Firstly, the production places Bay’s terrible vocals at rocketing volumes over other musical qualities dramatically, which results in him yelling in scratchy tones and heckling pitches. Alas, chorus repetition also grinds down tolerance with its highly-predictable nature alongside many degrading issues such as useless backing effects; it’s just too annoying for anyone to withstand. Now add in other unneeded crap like a children choir and you have a suicide aid that’s been proven effective by countless power metal fans looking for good music, but found insanity instead.

In conclusion, this record is definitely a nasty sack of badgering crap in which recycled riffs, repetitive percussion, and nail-scratching-chalkboard vocals pop up for fifty minutes without decency in sight. Sure “United Alliance” kicks ass, but everything else lacks enjoyment in all areas; it’s a minimalism parade on hyper pills. If there was a party hosted by power metal albums, I can guarantee Dimensions would be the one uninvited guest that eventually gets knocked out by Land of the Free while The Dark Ride and Nightfall in Middle Earth urinate on its feet. So if Freedom Call shows up to your home with this junk, do what any form of dignity would do: slam the door right on their flowery faces.


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