“ES CASI UNA GRANDE MIERDA!”. This was the phrase I read on a Spanish website shortly before listening to the album. A year later, I realize that the guy who made that judgment was superficial. “Against” in fact is not “almost a big piece of crap”... IT'S JUST A PIECE OF CRAP!!!! The ugliest metal album (metal? what an exaggerated word!) I have ever listened to.
This recorded catastrophe (so to speak) from 1998 by Roadrunner was generated by the departure of Max Cavalera, which took place a year earlier. And it is precisely the performance of the new and unlucky vocalist, Derrick (not the inspector) Greene, that makes it even more disgusting. He has nothing to do with any other existing singer, his growls seem to come out of a Harry Potter movie. His voice can be compared to that of a Fiat Fiorino with a muffler hole under the manifold and a wet crankshaft. After this little motor diatribe, let's move on to the riffs: reluctant, boring, not heavy at all, and above all useless. Like the rest of the album, after all! Igor Cavalera gives the impression of playing his grandmother's pots, the ones sold by Mondial Casa, old-fashioned types. The bassist seems to be "high" on acid. Unfortunately, he is perfectly healthy but still doesn't know what the hell he's doing. Let's skip over the guitar solos (and carefree ones) to avoid being even more vulgar.
The cover speaks for itself. A record without ideas, the result of a poorly executed and highly overrated commercial operation. The record, if it can be called that, is a collection of tracks dedicated to Latin-American dancing (the ugly, ugly kind though...) badly done in a metal style (yes, I know... I won’t swear anymore) and arranged with that touch of crossover, which in such a "masterpiece" couldn't be missing. An anguishing debut from the "new" Sepultura where boredom is at home. After a first taste, about 10 minutes, you will need an IV to recover from the narrowly avoided suicide attempt. Out of desperation, I even tried to bite it to disintegrate it, but it tasted like crap...
Against perfectly reflects the period of uncertainty in which it was composed, amid a desire for revenge, out-of-focus moments, and experimentation in the most diverse directions.
Choke is a rhythmic triumph and shows how Sepultura was different from any other band of the time, with tribal atmospheres that go hand in hand with nu metal guitars.