Seven for Fit For An Autopsy!
With The Nothing That Is, Will Putney (guitar), Pat Sheridan (guitar), Josean Orta (drums), Tim Howley (guitar), Joe Badolato (vocals) and Peter “Blue” Spinazola (bass) continue their partnership with Nuclear Blast for the release of this new album.
Not two seconds pass before Hostage crushes us in one fell swoop, blending hellish heaviness with the vocalists’ screams, replaced and blended with airy clean vocals on the choruses, but also with the leads’ hypnotic touch. The rhythm explodes to let the solo surge, but the moshparts follow and the sound only softens at the very end, leading us to Spoils Of The Horde and its furious jerky approach. The dissonant technical touches give the track a more complex personality that sometimes even turns into a heady groove, before giving way to Savior Of None – Ashes Of All, which returns to pure aggression, retaining its thick, modern mix. Blasts and frantic patterns are unsurprisingly excellent bedfellows, but the track sometimes becomes more ethereal, creating a catchy contrast between the two worlds, reinforcing one or the other, as on the pachydermic break followed by Weaker Wolves. While the track’s first few moments are catchy, you get the feeling that the band is remaining fairly calm, stalling for a few faster parts before letting us really breathe with the airy notes of Red Horizon, quickly annihilated by a suffocating sound that’s sure to get the crowds moving. The sound becomes more majestic during the parts where clean vocals and orchestrations come into play, but it’s clearly in rage that the track stands out best, as does The Nothing That Is, which also offers a few more ominous additions to complement the musicians’ raw power. The band don’t forget to play with their under-tuned palm-mutes before letting Lurch slowly bewitch us with soft tones to create surprise with the return of effective riffs and misty harmonics that join the dark introduction of Lower Purpose. Once that’s over, the rhythmic beat starts to blaze again, bludgeoning us conscientiously before finally picking up a higher tempo with Lust For The Severed Head, where the ferocious, jerky patterns return, along with a certain savagery in the vocal parts. The band return to their Prog touches with the long The Silver Sun, the last composition, which initially offers a very melodic approach, but the explosive rhythm is never far away, and it will again impose itself without difficulty in this musical complexity without denying the initial sweetness, which closes the album.
I had no doubts about Fit For An Autopsy‘s ability to produce a powerful album, and the Americans have not disappointed me! Although The Nothing That Is has many floating moments, the album remains very rhythmic and will seduce you with ease!
95/100