Incriminated
Kings Of Misery
1.9
Thrash is dead. Long Live Thrash.
A grim epitaph for a decade of aggression: No longer would blood and sweat be spilled on the scum-sodden floors of darkened metal dives, no longer would arenas swarm with the violent faithful. With the greedy eyes of the record industry turned to other markets, Thrash was left to choke on its own dynastic vomit as the hunger of newer generations devoured its flaccid corpse.
And this is why kids - Guns kill... but greed murders.
With labels promoting more and more fucking trash to earn a pretty penny under the guise of “stimulating the scene”, Thrash metal had signed its own death warrant long before the graceful farewell bow of the 1990s.
Incriminated will painfully remind some of why their way of life was destroyed. To put it bluntly: They’re Shit. No, not “rustic” not “raw”, not even “rough-edged”… Shit. Kings of Misery boasts little more than primitive riffs, tedious drumming and horrible vocals combined with basement-quality recording. With song titles like “Filth Hounds of Blasphemy”, “Tyrant and Usurper” and “Possessed by Lycanthropy” and some killer cover art you’d think a band like this couldn’t go wrong – I almost thought this would be a whirlwind of blackened thrashing, instead I was greeted by the sludgeworthy sound of a mid-paced turd brigade intent on boring me to tears.
The occasional Sabbath groove, a drum roll or two and a guy called Sami. Malevolent Creation could sound better if they farted into a microphone for a double album and a DVD. No chance Finland. Stick to Vikings and Bodom - Because I wouldn’t buy this crap even if I could find it.
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