First and foremost, it's very important to point out the blueprint and main remedy of "And so it Came to Pass," which has but one objective: rip your goddamn face off. Yea, that goregrind faction from Mexico you were listening to might write songs about murder and use lots of blast beats, but Dyscarnate will kick their spines in; this is unbelievably fierce stuff. Several of the pre-investigation comparisons I found about Dyscarnate were related to Behemoth from "Demigod" onwards, and that's a fair label of the band's assault. Loaded with more technicality and crushing grooves than most, Dyscarnate throws an unrelenting tornado of monstrously intense death metal, starting the record in a slashing storm of insanity during "In the Face of Armageddon" and marching through hurricanes of blazing riffs, blast beats, and constant fills throughout the rest of the journey. They never stop, they never cease, and they never even come close to slowing down. Don't bring any valuables; you'll most likely lose them at one point or another.

Here's the catch: Dyscarnate overlaps pretty much every cut with the same stuff over and over again. I understand the idea perfectly: just kill, kill, and kill. On paper, that's a successful idea, and these guys are heavier than anvil-sized hail. After a few songs, however, the large touch of magic slowly deteriorates, making most of the remaining album totally forgettable and bland; the only real exception being "The Promethean," which is equally memorable and stuffing. Afterwards, Dyscarnate just loses their edge. The riffs begin to blend together, the constant blast beats become mundane, and the loud, slamming groove sections make little impact. Hell, I still can't recall a single piece of "Seizure" or "Kingdom of the Blind" after having the same hammer crush the dead horse's ribs well beyond bone dust. Maybe a guitar solo would work? Perhaps something that isn't the same thing ten times over?