DEICIDE’S TILL DEATH DO US PART: SATANIC, SURE, BUT FUN, TOO
Deicide are distinctly, unmistakably American, which is to say, soaring melodies worked into a death metal framework has never been their thing. Drummer/primary songwriter Steve Asheim wasn’t lying when he said that Death be less melodious than its predecessor, The Stench of Redemption. But the results effect is roughly equivalent to that of having nine fingers broken instead of eight; at that point, who the fuck is counting?
And so Till Death is pummeling – but this band has never really made an art out of discordance the way, say, Erik Rutan has with Hate Eternal. So on the album’s absolute best songs – “Worthless Misery” and “Not As Long as We Both Shall Live” being the cream of the corpse – the fast, thrashy riffs and Glen Benton’s ball-shaking vocals move in relative harmony with one another, roaming rabid wolf packs more than F5 tornadoes. And the guitar trade-offs between Jack Owen and Ralph Santolla are more structured than anything Slayer has done, well, ever (Are there even still people who carry the torch for the Hofffman Brothers? If there, are those people are dopes). That is to say that I imagine Deicide will still somehow be more palatable to non-death fans then the most recent Origin album.
Whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing will be a matter of personal taste. Personally, I find the institution of Deicide comforting. Weird as it is to say about such a heavy death metal album, but Till Death Do Us Part is kinda just fuckin’ fun. Not a damn thing wrong with that.