A huge, fully armed robot, firing rockets and waving two large chainsaws, runs frantically, destroying everything in its path. The image has a childlike quality and is far from the darkness and gore of the covers of previous works (anyone familiar with “Indecent and Obscene” raise your hand) and it is clear that something has changed, after all, two years earlier Entombed had pointed out the new way, and Dismember, as good number two of Swedish death metal, did not hesitate to follow it.
The new path is death'n'roll: growl and heavy distortions mixed with groove and rock'n'roll attitude, for those unfamiliar, it will suffice to listen to “Wolverine Blues”, a decisive stylistic turn born to refresh the sound and distance themselves from the countless clones who had turned the crushing Stockholm sound into a faith. Dismember, however, are not Entombed, their level of fooling around is indeed much higher, they throw into the cauldron of the new metallic potion a bit of all the ingredients present in the music that influenced them in their youth: high-abrasion thrash riffs, authentic maidenesque melodies, runs at a trot and then at a gallop all seasoned with that instinctive ignorance that has always distinguished them. You can tell they have fun playing this music. Music made to break everything and nothing more without any pretense of seriousness.
Songs like “On Frozen Fields” and “Collection of Blood” are small masterpieces that will make the blood boil for anyone infected by the rabid plague of heavy metal. Shaking the flowing mane, for those who still have it, and thrashing around will come naturally and be satisfying. After all, if you look closely, the big robot is dancing, and the dance is the destructive one of Dismember.
This album is angry, but that’s not enough.
The terrible screams of the singer are rather irritating.