By Dr. Abner Mality
One thing is abundantly clear upon listening to deathcore: a breakdown is a breakdown is a breakdown. PERIOD. There is just no way you can add spice or variation to the standard d-core breakdown. At least, not that I've heard.
With PSYCHO-FRAME, you get plenty of breakdowns, lots of screaming, blast beats, the f-bomb repeated ad infinitum, ad nauseum. This is not a band like FIT FOR AN AUTOPSY or DISEMBODIED TYRANT that tries to add new twists and other influences to the formula. On the contrary, PSYCHO FRAME has stripped their music of all nuance, leaving only utter punishment and brutality. They accomplished that goal, as this is just insane virulence all the way through, but wow, is it exhausting and monotonous to listen to!
I won't bother bringing up individual tracks, as that would be meaningless. The basic formula is adhered to in every song. Deathcore has become a spiritual cousin of goregrind and war metal, two other subgenres that fall victim to monotony and formula. Yet somehow this has become the voice of a generation. For me, this album is the outburst of a bunch of angry reform school boys trying to work out their puberty driven anger issues.