Metal Delirium writer Billy Metts was recently passed along a few new release promos. The material was questionable and mainly for shits and giggles. I’m talking about something loathed at the Metal Delirium Offices – deathcore. Well, core of any kind really. It’s a laughable genre that went to shit so fast that if you blinked at any point you missed the transition. Specifically, he was given In Dying Arms latest, Boundaries and Defiler’s Nematocera. The latter features guest vocals from Frankie Palmeri of all people, so I’m sure you can imagine where this is headed. What resulted from this was a brief, concise review that not only sums up these two albums, but also pretty much sums up the entire scene/genre they belong to quite nicely.
This is exactly the kind of thing that gets skinny kids with Yentil hair and neon Nikes wearing their sister’s pants all amped up to play some Xbox and complain about shit. It motivates people with neck tattoos to pursue their dreams of giving other people neck tattoos.
The mark of a great modern hardcore/deathcore/whatevercore band is the ability to convince their fans that retarded ideas are in fact great ones and that they should aspire to do things as outstandingly dumb as get a tattoo of a butt with a tattoo of a butt on…get this….your butt! Or think that fanny packs are coming back, or that men who don’t play sports or work out need to wear tank tops in public, or that racism, sexism and homophobia are perfectly fine as long as you say them in a really croaky cookie monster way over a bass drop. That’s the mark of fine something core.
Which ever one of those bands has the swankest hair cuts, they embody that ethos.
About Billy Metts - He “kinda” works here, he’s sorta like Creed in the office- we’re not sure exactly what he does. He used to sneak listens to the Misfits “Walk Among Us” and Slayer “Hell Awaits” while pretending to listen to the classical records in his Uncle’s collection as a young kid and hasn’t been the same since. At least he’s friendly.