Dawn Of Demise

That first riff once things get going on this disc's opener, "Multiple Flatlines," is one for the death metal ages, even if the rest of the album is doomed to be lost in the unforgiving glare of death metal judgement. This Denmark-based band do have the most forgettable name in the history of music, so maybe it makes sense that the tunes should follow suit. But there's promise all over those Suffocation-like death metal thug grooves, the pig squealer vocals and the ultra-precise death/grind that adheres not to technicality, not to old-school regulations, but rather to just being brutal. However, it turns into one forgettable beat down, lost somewhere in modern death metal's massive catalogue, swinging blindly, and strongly, in an attempt to break free of the traditionalists and the ever-looming deathcore crew winking at them, luring them in with similar-sounding breakdowns and strange fashion sense. For now, this band's lost in the frenzy. Whether or not Dawn of Demise will emerge triumphant remains to be seen.