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"First Round Knockout" Deride |
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Deride's an interesting peek into the born to die philosophy… Yet after hearing the-scratch that, "seeing" the lyrics-you'll be goddamned before you find anything worth living for anyway! But yes, social animals that we are, condemned, confused, and choking on the iniquities of our own instincts, we identify and bask in the black, the unyielding prognosticator that knows nothing of dark before dawn but only death and decay and morality consumed by the moribund… yes, "First Round Knockout" from the opening bell is not for the faint of heart nor for those of boundless faith. However if your tastes include a ringside seat to anger, hate, and destruction via speed riffing and death screams, I'm sure this will accommodate nicely. And of a surprise to no one, Deride is Scandinavian, and metaphorical in their morbidity, produce an implosive display of life in darkness from an all knowing perspective that discounts their many "Black" Metal peers' outpouring of necro-babble. "First Round Knockout," the first track, strikes quickly in a sentiment of self-loathing and "A Lifestyle headed nowhere," pummeling over and again a pointless existence where a fading memory serves an only salvation… "Life Before Death" and "No Cross Is Mine" defy the holy in a hopeless crusade wrought of "Well chosen paths" and "Submissive massproduction" over buried vocals and savage beats recalling the mid-'80s death toll where "Into Crypts of Rays" draws first blood and gives way to an excruciating repetition of Pantera-like power… lesson learned, lived, and leave it at that. Deride's not afraid to speak their minds whether with a scream, grunt, or groan as the sensation calls for… until the end when a haunting fadeout of instrumentality signals the final shovelfuls after the brutal closure from "The Hate Within" moments before, a defining blastbeaten, downtrodden, life drain of a song that practically speaking, "dusts" all the rest. Deride is a harsh dose of empiricism and impropriety based on a naturalness painted bleak, festered hate, and consumed by sin. Their latest "First Round Knockout" is vindictively delivered and an impacting display of disillusionment modeled on self-destructive principles and the left handed paths of the pioneering spirit of early age Slayer, Exodus, Entombed, Carcass and The Crown. Released by The Music Cartel Review by Vinnie Apicella [va85@columbia.edu] P.O. Box 20252
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