Disfigured Dead

If you came of metallic age during 1991 or 1992, there will forever be a place in your heart for death metal. It doesn't matter if it's generic, clunky or overblown ― it's death metal and it's good. And as you approach your musical mid-life crisis, you'll reach for that comforting sound more and more. Enter Disfigured Dead, who may as well live in 1992, with a stiff production sound and humorously strict adherence to death metal's rules. Hell, the most modern thing about this album is that it's 51 minutes instead of 41 minutes. Which means, yes, it drags a bit, but when the Grave/older Death worship is this solid, why not make an album that's ten hours long? We're going to keep listening, even when it's so comforting it almost becomes, in a weird way, background music. But death metal is the background music of our lives and Disfigured Dead do as good of a job of it as anyone, which makes it even more shocking that this is the young band's debut, not the work of seasoned vets.