Riff mark: 1:12
The irony of brutal death metal exclusively themed around
torture. Mercifully this one is short and painlessly inoffensive, barely a
half-hour of snare-slapping and mucous-clearing. Festival of Death is another self-mutilating victim to the
recording mimicry of heavy-volume voice and drum; blinding white light blurs.
Weirdly ambient. Impressive drummer on those
snare hits; THAT takes endurance. Hey, heard a tom maybe once or twice! Critique
unsurprisingly interchangeable with most on the blood-and-guts front.
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