Fate - _Vultures_
(Metal Blade, 2008)
by: Jackie Smit (3.5 out of 10)
When a band as unrelentingly savage as Origin crack the Billboard Heatseeker chart, you can comfortably bet your last dollar that death metal is no longer the preserve of the select few. With a new breed growing increasingly prolific everywhere from MySpace to Ozzfest, death metal has gone from the music genre you used to scare your parents and neighbours with, to a potential money-spinner for the record labels. And they certainly haven't been shy in signing up all and sundry with a commercial zeal last seen in the early Nineties.

Not that I'm accusing Metal Blade of playing catch-up. To their credit, they have been dilligently peddling death metal for longer than most. You just have to wonder where the quality control department were when Fate put pen to paper and signed their contracts. This impetulant Californian posse tick every one of the boxes that recent efforts by the likes of Brain Drill and Job for a Cowboy have managed to, bar one: the ability to write a proper fucking song.

Without exception, every track across the expanse of _Vultures_ is a patchwork quilt of mundane technical death metal and hardcore that is thoroughly devoid of both atmosphere and a single semblance of anything approaching a personality. Justin Krahn's unintelligible garble doesn't help matters any, but it's tracks like "Your Creed Is Greed", where the band just seem to be sticking random sequences together for the hell of it, that really underline their downfall. With crap like this doing the rounds, you can't blame anyone for thinking that death metal has lost some of its bite.

Contact: http://www.myspace.com/fate

(article published 25/5/2008)


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