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Rating: It might be fitting to start by warning the curious that this band and this album being reviewed have nothing to do with the (cute) TV series of the same name, which was a hit in the USA and has recently been aired in Italy. The band I’m talking about is a Death Metal band from Florida, with eleven years of career filled with intense and brutal extreme and violent metal, a band that has managed to nurture quite a bit from the various presences in the '80s to reinforce them in an explosive context of excellent thrash and Brutal.
Chris Barner, in my opinion, is an Oscar-worthy Growl. Terry Butler plays the bass with the skill of an assassin, Greg Gall beats the rhythms with a crude and carnivorous drum, while Steve Swanson wields a chainsaw and churns out bloody and macabre solos.
Do you have to be crazy to listen to Six Feet Under? Absolutely not, you just have to love, like me, the violent sound hidden six feet under, be passionate about horror and splatter films and have two ears that enjoy every time you listen to an album like "BRINGER OF BLOOD". The same goes for bands like Cannibal Corpse, Death, and Massacre, but I think this group and especially this album are a genuine and perfect representation of the violent and dark music scene at the same time.
It's 2003, this is the second album of the band, and there are eleven authentic tracks that are absolutely not the crap of extreme nu-metal they play in the background at wrestling events. Barnes’ growl [which, at one point, made available on the band’s website the video of his knee operation] vibrates and whispers in the lethal "Sick In The Head", with a roar that sometimes becomes the slow and hoarse scream of a tortured soul, in addition to spitting out blood, vocal cords, and tonsils, it synchronizes perfectly with the apocalyptic musical base.
But the true standout is, in my opinion, "Amerika The Brutal", it is to me like the Divine Comedy for the history of literature, like Ford in the history of the automotive industry; this song is brutal, this song is thrash. Drum bombardments introduce the monstrous "MY HATRED", where the cries of anger and pain must not be missed. The music subsides, but the voice continues alone until the song ends. "MURDERED IN THE BASEMENT" is an acidic mix of deadly riffs and aggressive, hallucinatory growls. For the destructive outbursts of Steve Swanson, "WHEN SKINS TURNS BLUE" and especially the extremely violent "BRINGER OF BLOOD" are not to be missed. Also not to be missed is the destructive and ultra-fast CLAUSTROPHOBIC. The album seems to conclude with ESCAPE FROM THE GRAVE but if the stereo isn't turned off, after a few minutes a ghost track focusing particularly on Terry's bass starts.
A MUST-HAVE.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Sick in the Head (04:11)
I gotta find my way outta hell
I gotta find my way alone
I see myself dead by suicide
by a knife, gun, a blade-- or hanging high
Will I be safe or will I die
Can I stop the voices deep inside,
my mind, my mind, my mind, my fucking mind!!
Dead to me - Youre dead to me
Youre dead to me, all dead to me
Oh My Fucking God!!
Im a victim, Ive lived through disaster -
Pushed too far this is the reaction
I hate your lies
I hate my life
Dead to me - Youre dead to me
Youre dead to me - All Dead
Oh My Fucking God!!
Im a victim ive lived through disaster
Pushed too far this is the reaction - to you!!
I hate your lies
I hate my life
Hoping I'll find a way,
a way to live dead together
A way to hide my fears, a way to disappear
I cant fake it, I wont make it
I'll just hate it, I cant fake it
I wont make it, I just hate it
I cant take it
I cant change it, I cant take it, I cant take it!
I wont make it, no!!
Dead to me, youre dead to me,
youre dead to me - all dead!
Dead.. Dead... Youre soon to be dead
I put a 12 gauge under my chin
Dead.. Dead... Youre soon to be dead
I put a 12 gauge under my chin
Dead to me youre dead to me
Youre dead to me, all dead to me
Oh my fucking god!!!
Im a victim ive lived through disaster
Pushed too far this is the reaction
...died a thousand times again and again...
In my mind I have died.
I have slowly withered.
05 When Skin Turns Blue (03:26)
Your death, your blood, your life, you re dead
To the death- slit your neck- dark, dark demons haunt
The death- in death, demons haunt
The heart pumps then it stops
Flow through your life then you drop
Blood- the blood- in blood, dark demons haunt
The very blood that runs through you
It's time to die when your skin turns blue
Your skin turned blue you breathed your last breath
Rotten in the crypt is your next step
Friend with the maggots in your head
Bleed again and again- die you re dead
Feel it dripping- feel the drip, formaldehyde you re prepared for the crypt
But it's cold, in the grave, in my tomb
When skin turns blue you ll know your time is through
You re dead inside of you crawl back into the womb
God damn-you
God damn- my soul
God damn- you
God damn- all of you
10 Claustrophobic (02:49)
I feel like the walls are closing in
I'm still alive but I might as well be dead
I feel like the walls are closing in
I feel like the walls are closing in on me
Imprisoned locked up like I'm in a skin coffin
Doubt about the thought will I ever taste freedom
Take away me body I feel empty as a victim
I cannot wait, I cannot wait- I cannot wait for dying
Caged like a rat and I'm gonna start a freaking
To die right now would be a real fucking treat
And compared to being in this fucking shithole where I'm treated like an animal
No an animal's protected from extinction
Locked up like I'm in a skin coffin
I'm in a jail in my soul
I know there's no escaping
I feel like the walls are slowly closing in on
Sometimes I wish the reaper would just come and take my body to the grave
Then I could just wait for you in your dreams
11 Escape From the Grave (03:57)
No escape from this lonely grave- buried six feet down Molested, dumped in a hole, beaten, shivering Scream for mother she can't save you No God hears you, only death awaits you Die by my hand, the master of the damned The kill is what I crave- doom no prophecy will save You re rotten already, now's your time to decay A terminal illness called dead in the grave A chance at a new beginning- senseless- vicious- violent, Cold calculated killing in remembrance of the dead, I've kept the severed head and dried its eyes for days As I watched its body decay
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