Six Feet Under – Next to Die Review | Angry Metal Guy

We have a tradition here in Hall called “Squatters’ Rights.” This way, if you’re lucky enough to review something good, you’ll be the first to get that band’s next release. It also helps prevent staffers from slaughtering each other when deciding who covers a celebrity. The incredibly long-lasting “Little Engine That Could” costume six feet under The company has surprisingly reversed that rule and is the only “major” company where the opposite is true. Even when the police came, it passed like a blunt weapon, but their last seven albums reviewed here have passed through the hands of at least five writers, and now their latest “work” is in my hands. previous album murder for revenge had an unparalleled iceberg He showered the band with enough praise to justify elevating their classification from embarrassing to “merely” bad. This is progress, at least in the most scientific sense. Can Burns & the Boys maintain this upward trajectory?

that next to die It’s no surprise that we suffer from self-sabotage over good ideas. What may surprise you is how many good ideas there are to sabotage. Despite all adversity, his only purpose seems to be to ruin a seemingly interesting piece of writing. six feet under I managed to put together an album that I think would be very difficult to complete completely. dislike. From a fun and tasteful collection of solos (‘Destroyed Remains’, ‘Next to Die’) to grooves and riffs that manage to convey an authentic flavor of old school without descending into complete mindless ignorance (‘Mutilated Corpse in the Woods’). next to die There are very few flaws that would cause the old ire. Here’s a moment of high-energy toe-tapping or wiggling jogging Obituary-isms and riffs that remind you of the oldest old-school death stench.

Most of the time, Chris Barnes discovered high-brow concepts like hot tea and honey in between takes, and probably wasn’t always smoking, which allowed him to come out of his own way. utter horror nightmare of the corrupt He gave a performance that managed to straddle the sweet spot in between, and was mercifully abandoned. bleeding and slaughtered at birthHowever, it is faded by sunlight and war-torn. Granted, the more open space there is, the less advantageous it is for him to try to fill that space with sustained growls, and he still sounds like he’s struggling to pace himself at times (“Grasped From Beyond,” “Wrath and Terror Takes Command”), but he no longer sounds like he’s trying to talk through a tight and possibly fuzzy leather belt. He expanded his range just a little this time around, digging deeper into the bass on “Skin Coffins” and squeezing every last drop from his throat during the high-pitched chorus of “Ill Wishes.” It’s only been a decade or three, but Burns can no longer be considered the band’s critical weakness.

Instead, it allows everyone to participate in things. Drummer Marco Pitruzzella is a real momentum killer, often zigging when he should be, with strange drum arrangements and surprisingly minimal beats (“Unmistakable Smell of Death,” “Mind Hell”). Some artistic ideas fail to take hold. The aforementioned “Ill Wishes,” for example, swings towards the actual album climax in its presentation, but is ruined by Burns licking my ears with a heavy, wet ASMR verse, and album kickoff “Approach Your Grave” attempts to return death metal to its horror roots with a nifty curtain-raiser-style riff that takes two and a half minutes too long to get to the point. And the album “Mr. Blood and Guts” has its contradictions. Musically speaking, this is a crown jewel, and as long as you don’t think too hard about whether the lyrics sound like they were written by Sid from Toy Story, the choruses are curb-stomping, pit-lighting, grin-chugging chunks of fun that will put a smile on your face. Really, this is what the album can be summed up in one word. There is some unexpected joy here, but the relief that average, ordinary people feel when they look up is palpable.

“Stand tall and score appropriately.” That’s my freezer brother time Said. Well, to be honest, I’m mad about it. This wasn’t the dumpster fire I was expecting. It is not irredeemable, cruel, or horrifying. Rather, it is the cumulative result of an astonishing amount of good ideas, full of enough flaws and imperfections to reduce the final product to an average level. Many bands would find that devastating. for six feet underit’s a crowning achievement and a continuation of an upward trajectory from unforgivable to simply horrible milquetoast.

evaluation:2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Formats reviewed: 256kbps mp3
label: Metal Blade Record
Website: Album band camp
released worldwide:April 24, 2026

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