Six Feet Under
True Carnage

THE REVIEW

It's raining, or rather pouring this morning at my place. The outside temperature is eight degrees; I see the mountains above the house covered with snow that fell overnight. A day that promises to be very dark and leaden; and my mood plummets. So it's fitting to find solace in music and in Death Metal, which perfectly matches the awful weather forecasted for the weekend. I seek help from Six Feet Under (the "six feet under" refers to the depths of graves dug for coffins) and their fourth album, True Carnage. For those who don't know, the band was born, already dead or on the brink of being so, after Chris Barnes' departure from Cannibal Corpse, the first and unforgettable vocalist; after leaving the Cannibal Corpses, he created a new foul creature. Three albums before this one that I'm about to describe, of extremely heavy Death Metal, with gloomy, muddy, down-tuned, deadly sounds. True Carnage doesn’t differ much from the previous episodes: a Groove, a heaviness that takes on even more colossal dimensions. Except for a few rare moments, there are no accelerations, no bursts typical of Death Metal school; the band once again showcases an inhuman strength. A brief tour de force, the album's total duration barely exceeds half an hour, with Chris's voice highlighted; the instruments are ready to play an accompanying role, an accompaniment infested with evil. The vocalist's growl is one of the best, the sickest, the murkiest, and darkest ever heard in the extreme genre. Just listen to the opening track to realize what I've just typed. "Impulse To Disembowel" (what a lovely title they've chosen to start grinding the instruments and vocal cords!!!) is chilling: have you ever noticed the sound of a sink drain when it's clogged and starts working again after using some drain cleaner? Well, the noise that you hear as the sink empties and resumes functioning is very similar to Chris’s end-of-the-world growl. A foul grunt, reeking of unhealthy, of disease. The Black Plague put to music... I invite you to translate the lyrics... a cover and an internal booklet reminiscent of a child's morgue... There are also vocal collaborations with rapper Ice-T and the cherubic female voice of Karyn Crisis. To conclude, True Carnage is one of the last albums in chronological order, I remember it was released in 2001, to make me enjoy, to find a sadistic auditory pleasure in Death Metal...THE DAY THE DEAD WALKED...

Diabolos Rising 666.