Demo Title: One Body, Ten Pieces
Band Members: John Corpse - Guitar, Vox, Bass, Drum Programming; Keith Christhunter - Guitar, Lyrics
Location: Brookline, MA
Rating: 2 Skulls
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Band Name: Glory in Decay
Demo Title: One Body, Ten Pieces Band Members: John Corpse - Guitar, Vox, Bass, Drum Programming; Keith Christhunter - Guitar, Lyrics Location: Brookline, MA Rating: 2 Skulls
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Slither's Review:
Every once in a great while my ears are privy to the pure distilled essence of suck; when this fog slithers into my brain with its devious little tentacles all I can do is stare blankly with my mouth agape. I swear on Odin's mighty beard this demo nearly made me crash my truck on the way to work. When the first of what shall henceforth be referred to as "assblasts" occurred I was so dumbstruck by the sonic stupidity I about drove off the road. What Glory In Decay have managed to do is take a mid-paced Blessed are the Sick-era Morbid Angel clone, and fuck up the drumming in a way that is so wrong, it defies reason. I don't know if what I am hearing is all drum machine or just horrible drums with obnoxious samples programmed over the top, but there are moments in these songs where everything is progressing normally, then out of nowhere either a kick or snare blast will hit. We're not talking normal blasting here, we are talking one drum and a cymbal and we're not talking a reasonable time signature either. Imagine a 90 bpm song in 4/4 time and then slap a one drum blast of 32nd notes about ten fucking decibels higher than the rest of the mix! It's like the album was attacked by evil mixing gnomes when these two guys weren't looking. At certain points, this album just sounds like a big wet butthole. When the assblasts descend, there is no saving the rest of the music, if you liked the riff you were hearing, too fucking bad!Most of it may be horrid, but a total slagging is not in order here. In the burning wreckage left in the wake of assblast incineration, there are some cool riffs. But there is no way to enjoy them in the current incarnation of this release. The letter this band sent with their self-released album was very nice, and their website shows they have an appreciation for some of the better bands in the brutal style of death metal. But this is just unlistenable. I sincerely hope this one has not gone to the pressing plant, because it needs many hours of mix tweaking. There is almost no attempt to cross fade the many sci-fi and horror movie samples, the guitars are so low the burp-vox sound like the primary instrument, and the horrors of assblasting have laid waste to whatever salvageable material there might have been. Seek out this album only if you think the next wave of extremity in music is total aural masochism.
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