There's an overtone of Pantera hanging over a lot of this
album, owing to outstanding production that seems to borrow heavily
from the racing yet muted guitar tracks and the crisp drumming.
It wouldn't sound out of place if Phil Anselmo was singing
- and that's the problem. Pretty much from front to back, it sounds
as though Todd Barnes soaks his uvula (that appendage that
hangs down at the back of your throat) in sausage gravy and Schlitz.
Compound that with a limited vocal range and this album doesn't
have a standout track anywhere on it.
There are good breaks, notably at the end of "Isabel",
but most of the tracks are lackluster, formulaic, speed-metal
lacking a good hook that makes the listener hungry to hear it
again. Additionally, the angry-at-the-world lyrics get really
old. One thing that does stand out is the drumming. Stet Howland
is a madman and he will be the foundation that Temple Of Brutality
has to build on. If they get some hooks and vocal range they'll
probably turn a lot of heads. Until then, I can't bang mine.
1. Lethal Agenda
3. Already Dead
4. Doesn't Matter
5. Hate Machine
7. Beating the Man
8. Built to Last
10. Art of War
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