By Dr. Abner Mality

Some albums are so totally average they barely seem to exist. So it is with "Writhing". This one passes by in a blur that barely registers upon the mind. It's not even terrible enough to be memorable in an atrocious way. The performances are competent enough. There's just nothing there to leave a mark.

Every town has got at least one band like Foaming At The Mouth. My hometown has several. They play a kind of semi-death metal by way of Lamb of God and Pantera. It's nowhere near the kind of death that Cannibal Corpse, Immolation and Grave do but it is aggressive. The vocals here are kind of a sub-Anselmo growl with occasional attempts at pig squeals and grunt. There's lots of pinched harmonic guitar that goes "ZOOP" and "ZIP" and they try to mix in a kind of slam death metal only not as potent as true slammers like Devourment and Abominable Putridity. The songs are all very short and resemble each other so much that the general impression is one big song.

Enough of this already. This is certainly better than nu-metal or Dad metal garbage, but not even close to top shelf underground death or thrash. You'll forget it the minute the last note fades.