Dyscarnate - And So It Came To Pass Review
by Matt Hensch
I just can't get into this. Maybe it's the texture, or perhaps the overall feel of the music itself, but I'm seldom brought beyond my low-wave state when I hear Dyscarnate sleepwalk through "And so it Came to Pass." Dyscarnate, an English death metal squad, heave a sadistic triangle of technical frenzies, groove-laden madness, and plenty of slamming sections which fully encircle the band's efforts here, and as you could guess, it's quite the violent experience. However, items such as organization and creativity play almost no role in Dyscarnate's exposition. Each track runs through an identical coat as the one next to it, chaotically moving through a vortex of sinister pain, sure, but consequently pasting a formula that erodes very quickly on a whole album of near-identical material. Sometimes, going hard and totally heavy does not completely alleviate a death metal fan's hunger.
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?
Death metal isn't often awarded for its stellar originality or individualism, but here we have an instance of overplaying a sound; milking that evil oasis of burning hatred and pain until it is nothing more than a dried pit of endless doldrums blowing an identical message without any degree of interest. I don't know, I just feel like this is a bit too focused on acting loud and slammy instead of being an execution of stellar musicianship. Then again, Dyscarnate deserves an assload of credit for beating the goddamn soil straight to Satan, and few bands can match their intensity; it's the absence of needed creativity or individualism that truly tarnishes this album. These dudes are essential for Behemoth cultists or folks addicted to total vehemence, but be forewarned: that is all you will get.
Dyscarnate - And So It Came To Pass
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