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Once again, Napalm Death entrust their seventh, heavy discography work to the capable hands of Colin Richardson.
It's 1997, exactly ten years since the debut and absolute cornerstone Scum, and compared to the extremities of the beginnings, we are faced with a much less chaotic, less direct work, even though those Grind-Death Metal blasts that set the standard are not lacking.
They are the inventors of Grindcore and can never put aside a genre they helped create and spread.
Sinister, heavy, granite-like with industrial overtones that can be clearly felt in many of the twelve tracks that form the album's sound framework.
Colin's production turns every single song into a truly immense tour de force.
Mid tempo where the contorted drumming with uneven and lopsided tempos of Danny Herrera stands out, confirming once again as the driving engine of a well-oiled, aggressive, perfect death machine.
After a brief departure from the group due to some disagreements with bassist Shane Embury, singer Mark "Barney" Greenway returns to the fold. His trademark growl is one of the most recognizable in the entire extreme scene; but this time, as with the previous Diatribes, there's also room for clean and much more understandable vocal lines.
The "commercial" Breed To Breathe opens the dirty dozen; the noisy and chaotic strikes of Reflect on Conflict and Prelude are the new punches in the gut that look to the past. The title track and the concluding The Lifeless Alarm are the darkest and gloomiest tracks that well represent the turning point and the successful attempt to step out of the usual auditory slaughterhouse. The fury and chaos are still evident; but now they are more controlled.
Passed, even if not with full marks
Diabolos Rising 666.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Breed to Breathe (03:15)
Divorced humanity
Science strays
Walk the path of servitude
Grown unknown malignant code
Misconceived the passion whole
Misconceived the passion whole
Born against the innocent
Amongst us issues preset
Determined goals which are set
Love: a crime of serverance
Are we free to feel!?
Do we hurt to heel!?
Whose life to steal!?
Whose life to steal!?
Awareness fails the public eye
Primate morals sell the lie
2,2 - symbolic bait
A process - bound genetic fate
The selfish feed - breed to breed
02 Birth in Regress (03:32)
Feast your eyes on
It reflects on
Can't pertain to
Can't belong to
Vicious cycle
Faultless conflict
Self-preserving
Birth in regress
In the midst of confusion
The warm sound of shelter
Shelve the plans of expansion
The warm sound of shelter
Promising all
Deliver nothing
Dependently reassuring
Come to terms with
Serves no purpose
Self-preserving
Birth in regress
Set in motion
Visual concepts
Sabotage the birth in regress
To subdue the caim before the storm
In it's stillness. in it's stillness
To subdue the caim before the storm
In it's stillness. desperate measures
To feel so inworthly
To se the apathy
To turn the cold shoulder and stop
To desperate measures
Reversing in circles
A thought unappealing
How long can you maintain enthusiastic faces?
Any way, shape or form
03 Section (02:45)
Spit out the poison
That plastic motive
The soothing pain that feeds the hole
A carnage path of one-time friends
A stepping stone to personal ends
A line that piles high
An art of trend
Champagne delusions
Contorts and bends
The seething mass which consumes deceit
The frozen glance
Burn obsolete
All we are is section
Struggling bindly through deception
04 Reflect on Conflict (03:14)
Something to prove, something to say
Feeling secure, a false portrait
Forging alone the facts unknown
Hiding the to drag us on
Trapping the standpoint
Local disjoint
More to protect than to reject
Reflect the conflict inside
Punish the core, the more unsure
Testing the strenght of us once more
Peeling away the scar to bleed
Peeling again a growing seed
Accept the consequence
Unlike our differences
Shameless and painless -
Reflect on conflict
07 If Symptoms Persist (02:41)
Fate has brought us here
Picture geffing clear
See right through you
I see right through you
I feel for no one
Where have my feelings gone?
All too powerful
Witness this as I stand the fest of time
In eternal sleep
You gave me your word
More than life itself
I breathe new life
Help save me from life-taking actions
Which will destroy myself
I can't destroy myself
There is no defence like this confidence
Ideas dawn upon seeking relevance
There's no turning back
There's no turning back
09 Indispose (03:04)
Do you think you can trust?
Your mind made up of the things
That cause you to live your life
Displaced
Dispose
Give in
You've got the best of me
Wear thin
Resisting qualities
I had no choice
You've got the best of me
Force me to voice
Resisting qualities
They blame you
Beat you
Drain you of remaining morsels
As you tremble
Shattered
Scattered now before you
They wipe your face in disgust
Indispose
Despite the fact
Accept the fact
You dave your best
Famous last words
10 Purist Realist (02:58)
[Music: Pintado, Lyrics: Embury/Harris]
Purist-realist manipulates
Purist-realist segregates
Purist-realist - on their own terms
Purist-realist - you never learn
Inner loathing - the mounting hate
Hundred fights - a thousand regrets
Sacrifice - you wear me like a second skin
Dwelling on a scene of bitter love
Harping on some forgotten war
The shadow former self
Two-faced preacher - denied yourself
Purist-realist - a rotting state of grace
Cannot be me
Cannot see the once-treasured
Depleting life it shows in
You weakness, impotence
Inability to have spoken
Summarizing that teasing
That non-restricted feelings set in a moment
In dealing
Return to the source of regret
11 Lowpoint (03:15)
Banish the emotion
Severing the ties
Mutual aggressions
Multiply unwind
Reason lost is reason gained
Reluctance seeping through the rage
Acceptance changing on all fronts
Phase me out... I've reached my lowpoint
Tarnished with the notion
Voids in which we hide
Excuse pales from pressure
Desperate thoughts collide
Confessions, protection - the facts distort
Frenetic, eccentric - acts are caught
Phase me out
Relentless, contagion - a single choice
Dissecting, mutating - the single voice
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