Insineratehymn
Old black-metal practitioners never die, but their puns get slightly whiffy.Incineratehymnfinds vets Deicide listlessly picking through the same old pile of bones, a shadow of their once hell-raising self. Where Deicide once seemed to be the unimpeachable paragons of all that is evil,Insineratehymnfinds them playing second fiddle to the educated blasphemy ofMarilyn Manson, or competing with the industrial thunder ofType O Negative. What once was radical now seems slightly quaint. Meanwhile, the music--never the most convincing example of the devil having all the best tunes, it has to be said--rests upon indulgent guitar solos and chugging metal squall. Perhaps it's time for them to meet their maker. Whoever that might be.--Louis Pattison