A punishingly addictive death metal album that reestablishes Brujeria’s mixture of Fear Factory rhythms, Terrorizer riffing, and Spanish Satanic ramblings.
Heavy God Lives Underwater mixed with that whisper-to-a-scream thing every hack-ass nü metal band is doing now. Luckily, Chris Lino has a soulful voice.
MTV is opening saying they’d turned their back on your passé music, but now they’re back to sell you what you already should’ve considered Heavy Music 101!
Look at ‘m as a less bombastic Creed. Real pro playing, mixing, production, the big vocal treatment with that aggravating post-Vedder “sensitive manliness.”
If you peel away the layers of sexuality, debauchery, love, loss, and carnage of both Carnivore and Type O, you’ll see an under-current of classic rock.
A repetitious, sleepy, confused, weakly-produced record that’s too electronica and hip-hop. Plus the grooves are gone, and there are fewer hooks. Disappointing.
A punked-up force addressing many current metal flavors: A little bit of Korn Chamber, a cold-steel taste of Sevendustrial, and hard habits from hardcore.