"Inside the Unreal" spawned, coiled, and vanished similar to that of a typical death metal shadow of its time. Electrocution, authors of the aforementioned effort, were an Italian squad that replicated bands like Death in their heyday and supposedly shifted into progressive/technical death metal territory ala Cynic or Atheist before permanently showing the beast the door. Electrocution never reformed or made an attempt to familiarize the world with their assault, but some folks found "Inside the Unreal" and gave it a cool re-release in celebration of its two decades of dormant dominance. Electrocution's style could accurately sneak into the quarters of Death, Morbid Angel, and other Florida-based death metal factions of the early 1990s based on the musical fulcrum within the suppressed consciousness of "Inside the Unreal," and to call the release a bestial onslaught would grossly underestimate the unrelenting complexities of Electrocution's pedigree.
I guess if you want a specific description of "Inside the Unreal," refresh yourself in Death, Malevolent Creation, Sepultura, maybe a little Possessed or Morbid Angel for good measure. Lots of thrashy death metal here, filled with all the primitive growls, insanely brutal percussion, smoldering guitar work, and unrelenting force constantly burning through the Earth. The riffs are all caught in the same foundation of style and structure, but the sheer might coming from each chop just makes me want to slam my head into a wall; this is crisp, shearing, toxic death metal. No frills, no gimmicks. The overall sound is frantic and punishing, and there's no doubt that these dudes were firing on all cylinders during the writing and recording of this album based on the sheer energy oozing through Electrocution's performance.
That's probably the finest quality of the album not including the astonishing instrumentation; the amount of dark animation coursing through the record's blood is an unmatched accomplishment. My favorite song from the whole affair happens to be "Ghost of the Past," which just explodes into a fleshy feat of pure meat and gore; like the remaining effort, it slays without mercy. Oh yea, the sound quality is also unbelievably incredible, especially the tones they acquired for the guitar solos. It's raw, fierce, honest, and a true testament of fantastic death metal shoved into its filthy hole of a residence. In essence, "Inside the Unreal" is old-school death metal in every way, and only a clown would consider it weak or too primitive.
Thanks to the work of legitimate record labels and informed metalheads, buried artifacts like "Inside the Unreal" are awakened from their timeless slumber, ready to feast and maul on fools that dare investigate the hidden chambers of death metal's forgotten creed. You may not find Electrocution compelling compared to Death and pals, but the stylized violence within the band's first and last album strikes just as hard as the aforementioned faction, and there's not a single trace of pedestrian songwriting or instrumentation hiding inside the mystery of this record. I thoroughly enjoyed the aged scriptures of Electrocution, and it just goes to show that classics and gems still lurk beneath the mortal soil of time. Thankfully some folks love exhuming the deceased, and for that we should all give them our eternal praises and high-fives.