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Our friend Sergeant D at Metal Inquisition has taken it upon himself to make a bold claim: that Six Feet Under’s “Amerika the Brutal” is the worst death metal song of all-time. The Sarge writes:
I don’t actually know anything about Six Feet Under’s record sales. For all I know, the actual economics render everything I’m about to type moot.
But to me, Six Feet Under recording another one of their Graveyard Classics albums – e.g., covers of non-metal songs that were fine the way they were turned into death metal songs that no one I know will ever actually listen to – seems like Eddie Murphy announcing Pluto Nash 2 or Van Halen announcing a new album with Gary Cherone. What a waste of time, energy, and money.
Also, by all appearances Six Feet Under songs aren’t all that hard to write, so you wonder why the band doesn’t just make a new album instead. At least then they wouldn’t be butchering anyone’s music but their own.
In case you’ve never had the pleasure of hearing a SFU Graveyard Classics album, here’s the band doing AC/DC’s “TNT” for a shitload of people who are apparently way more into it than I am.
-AR
Alright. Last week one of you e-mailed me to tell me about this story (and my apologies that I don’t know your name – I’ve lost quite a lot of e-mails in this weekend’s server transfer), in which Obituary guitarist Trevor Peres revealed that his band has been trying to put together a package tour with great old school Floridian death metal bands including (beside Obituary, natch) Deicide, Morbid Angel, Six Feet Under… and Cannibal Corpse?
I love death metal; I would just like to make that abundantly clear. I love the old school tenacity of Deicide and Morbid Angel. I love the old-school-with-a-twist tenacity of Suffocation and Immolation. I love the sneering but melodically juicy bits of At the Gates, Carcass, Entombed, Arsis and the Crown. I love (LOVE!) old Cryptopsy. Hell, I love everything Cryptopsy did up to this year. I love the subtle virtuoso intensity and devastating slams of Dying Fetus. I love the decidedly non-subtle virtuoso intensity of Necrophagist, Decapitated, and Psycroptic. I love the outside-the-box thinking death metallers like Nile, Vital Remains, and Portal (though I understandably spend a lot of time defending the latter). I love other death metal bands and sub-genres (along with sub-genres of sub-genres) I’m probably forgetting. It is with this love that I say that Death Rituals, the latest album by Six Feet Under, is a fucking abomination. It taps into everything that makes for bad, bad death metal to an extent where if it were a hair worse, it would be a war crime. But instead, it’s just bad. Even shameful. A cancerous mole on the ass of death metal. Simplicity is one thing, good sirs; an apparent lack of any sort of effort is another.
Or it’s possible they’re just going to release the same death n’ roll album they’ve been releasing over and over and over again since 1995.
I’m actually not in a shitty mood today – at least, not yet – and I imagine that the fact that it’s sixty degrees here in New York has something to do with that.
So I wanna listen to something with a little bounce in its step. Six Feet Under is difficult to tolerate in large doses because, ultimately, it’s too simplistic for its own good – but sometimes it’s just what the doctor ordered.
Here’s their video for “Ghosts of the Undead.”
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-AR
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