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Rating: I don't know if it's normal, but lately I've had an unusual urge to slam the most useless metal bands of the moment. It must be that after years spent among hordes of metalhead friends all intent on praising the latest brutal-gore masterpiece that came their way, I developed such a rejection towards this genre (which I've personally never loved) that now, out of spite, I enjoy bashing all the garbage I've had to endure for years and with which they've literally filled me to the brim (I hope the dwarves will forgive me). The fact is, I've never been able to voice my opinion because as soon as I said a band sucked because they sounded like 10,000 others doing the exact same thing, they'd immediately retort, annoyed, saying, "What are you talking about, dude? This stuff rocks, it's such a blast!" I admit that I even liked and listened to some albums for a while, having fun too, but now that I've more or less gotten out of the evil & devastating tunnel of brutal, I realize how useless and meaningless this stuff is. Maybe it's because I'm getting older, who knows.
The fact is, these Annotations Of An Autopsy are yet another deathcore band riding the current trend to appeal to the thousands, millions, billions of fringed teenagers who think they're tough because they tattoo skulls on their arms, wear band tees like Caliban or As Blood Runs Black, and most importantly, because they listen to violent music. And my review could even end here, because I'm sure you've already figured out what we're dealing with, but to avoid wasting space needlessly, I'll try to add a bit more.
Hailing from England, AOAA (that's how I abbreviate the band's name) released an EP titled "Welcome to the Sludge City" in 2007, which is one of the stupidest and most idiotic things I've ever heard. And precisely because of its immense uselessness and stupidity (both musically and sonically), it achieved some success among the hordes of the latest (hopefully, at this point, really the last) generation of death metallers. A few months later, they released "Before the Throne of Infection," the first true full-length, which undoubtedly marks a step forward compared to their debut mini CD. Not that it took much to create something better than that EP, and indeed, we are facing an album that can be summed up in three words: only for fanatics.
10 tracks (including two interludes) for a solid half-hour of extremely canonical brutal death faithful to the tradition of Skinless and the latter Cannibal Corpse and Job for a Cowboy (period "Doom"). Monolithic and pumped-up riffs, raw and squared, fast drumming that often allows for slowdowns (which often serve as song closures) and the usual low growl characterized by the so-called "pig squeal" vocals (meaning "slaughtered pig vocals," my, how romantic). If you want to take a look at the lyrics, check out Encyclopaedia Metallum and type in the band's name; under the "Lyrical Themes" section, you'll find the following words: gore, death, mutilation, sodomy. I don't think further description is necessary.
In defense of AOAA, one could say that the album sounds good and, once inserted into the stereo, seems to spin correctly. There are some good moments here and there ("Prosthetic Erection" and the end of "Fisted To The Point Of Regurgitation"), but it's just a pity that once you've listened to the entire LP, you'll never pick it up again, as you'll have already forgotten it. Simply put, we are faced with yet another photocopy of the countless copies that flood today's market, and I keep wondering who would care, other than the fifteen-year-old kids I mentioned earlier in the review.
In conclusion, it's an album good for a few laughs for about thirty minutes. After that, make sure to delete it from your hard disk and save space for something better. And above all, don't buy it.
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