In Flames
The Jester Race

The first album with Anders Fridèn for the Swedes In Flames, the fathers - along with Dark Tranquillity - of Swedish death metal.
If Dark Tranquillity are heavily influenced by typically classic and "progressive" sounds, In Flames play the role of the silly brother.

Few refinements and simple, straightforward riffs with clear (iron) maiden inspiration are the strengths of the five Swedes, who over the years have managed to establish themselves as one of the best bands on the extreme scene.
Finally, we can listen to the real vocal abilities of Fridèn, literally blossomed like a little country flower after the questionable performance on Dark Tranquillity’s Skydancer.

An album and a band that use easily assimilated melody as their best weapon, not exaggerating in doses but balancing it wisely to give everything a longevity that distances any In Flames CD from the ephemeral, which, as we know, relegates the CD to the shelf after just two weeks; beautiful yes, but short-lived.

Being already the second album for the Swedes, the band is functioning fully, especially in terms of songwriting, in the hands of the Stromblad-Gelotte pair, (who then played the drums), and so we can enjoy the almost folk melodies of Moonshield or the decidedly more melodic-death-oriented ones of Artifacts Of The Black Rain. All accompanied by the ethereal lyrics written with four hands by Niklas Sundin of Dark Tranquillity and Anders Fridèn (the two are great friends).

After the heaviest song of this entire Jester Race, namely Graveland, and the classic Lord Hypnos, the beginning of Dead Eternity offers us a riff that, although dated 1996, in the years to come we will hear many (too many) times on many (too many) CDs.
It continues more or less on the same coordinates for the entire duration of the platter (In Flames have certainly not accustomed us to great changes in style apart from the last release), never resulting in boredom but with a feeling of pleasant satisfaction, something we will anticipate on a larger scale in the subsequent Whoracle.

A decent appetizer... burp!