Entrails – World Inferno Review

Anyone who’s kept track of my ever-expanding waistline can attest to the fact that I like food, but I’m certainly not what anyone would call a foodie. I’m generally as comfortable with haute cuisine as I am with fast food, and I’d argue there’s a time and place for both. Sometimes it’s good to expand the horizons, try some dish you can’t pronounce, Google the words on the menu to make certain you’re not ordering insects…

And sometimes, you just end up making a sandwich.

Where I’m going with this is here: bands like Entrails… well, they’re sandwiches. There’s nothing fancy here – certainly nothing you’re going to photograph and put on Instagram. But it’s easy; it’s present; and it gets the job done, and there’s way worse things you could be reduced to consuming.

So when it comes to the sandwich at hand, you know the ingredients: two slices of death metal and a little thrash for flavor, some hints of melody, and a buzzsaw tone. From their earliest false start as a coulda-been in the Swedish death metal first wave, Entrails has made up for lost time a bit after their 2008 reformation – World Inferno is their fifth full-length album in those 7 years, and like Obliteration before it, it’s a case of diminishing returns from its predecessors.

Since Obliteration, bassist / vocalist Jocke Svensson and drummer / vocalist Adde Mitroulis (both also of the underappreciated Birdflesh) have been replaced by Tommy Carlsson and Martin Mikaelsson respectively. Maybe it’s the line-up shift, or maybe it’s just a wellspring running dry, but World Inferno doesn’t hit as hard as Obliteration, which in turn didn’t hit as hard as most of what came before. But whereas Obliteration mostly just plowed through a distinct lack of quality material, save a few songs here and there, World Inferno suffers from that concern, plus a markedly lessened ferocity. Here, the performances feel less aggressive, thrashier at times; the production is flatter, less destructive, thinner when it should be chunkier, the edges planed down to something less ugly. The primary influences are still the Swedeath classics, and now there’s a more noticeable dose of Vader-esque straight-ahead thrashing death along for the ride, and though it ultimately achieves neither Dismember carving nor Vader bludgeoning, stylistically, World Inferno presents no real surprises…

…which might also be part of the problem, as well. At this point in the game, it might behoove Entrails to introduce some kind of new attack. They’re not a terrible band, by any stretch, not a hopeless case of second-tier mediocrity – they just don’t do anything at all to separate themselves from the lineage they’re tenuously attached to, and at this point, as they navigate through what’s very likely their worst record thusfar (and at the very least, their least interesting), it only serves to remind us that the bands they’re following are legends… and they are not.

All that said, like all Entrails before it, World Inferno has some moments – there’s some relatively catchy riff-and-groove interplay in the likes of the title track or “Serial Murder,” and closing number “The Blood Breed” injects a slight sidestep with some atmospheric keyboard strings. Nothing on the album misfires, really, and nothing stands out as memorable – like I said, it gets the job done – but then again, you’ve heard it all before, and when you’re done with it, there’s not a whole left to talk about.

Sometimes you get fancy food. Sometimes you just end up with a sandwich… made of Entrails…

Posted by Andrew Edmunds

Last Rites Co-Owner; Senior Editor; born in the cemetery, under the sign of the MOOOOOOON...

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