Dying Fetus - Reign Supreme
It dawned on me watching this year’s MLB Home Run Derby in Kansas City, as it does every year, how quickly the sight of 420-foot blasts becomes unremarkable. I’m usually asleep halfway through the second round. While homers are one of the most exciting things in a real game, especially a close one, there’s just something inherently dull about watching these monsters slug them out of the park one after another for three hours. Why’s this goofball talking about the Home Run Derby? The thought occurred to me spinning this new slab of brutal Death Metal punishment from Dying Fetus, that their albums are a lot like home run derbies. I mean that, first and foremost, as a compliment. Every song on Reign Supreme is a homer, a Ruthian clout at that. Any one of these tracks could light up a mixtape with its barbarity and technical prowess. Every blast and fill, every gut-wrenching pit riff, every harmonic sweep that sounds like Mario or Luigi when they would take mushrooms and expand in size, and every deep, guttural emanation from John Gallagher’s windpipe is the equivalent to a majestic moon shot crushed off the sweet spot of the bat. But it gets a little boring after awhile. It only takes about 10-15 minutes before songs become indiscernible and the mind begins to wander (i.e. I’m usually asleep halfway through the second round). Not to take the sheer power and brute force of the Dying Fetus attack for granted —in small doses there is no band more lethal— but for me, Killing on Adrenaline was this band’s Reign in Blood, and all of their albums released in its mighty wake have been Divine Interventions at best. Still worth owning.
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