2023-11-17 12:05:32
Hell Unleashed was a great, particularly aggressive thrash comeback from the neo-veterans Evil. The Unknown is now, two years later and up Napalm Record arrived, something…different.
Namely the attempt at a consistent homage to modern Metallica (i.e. from the black album onwards), basically right up to the loss of one’s own identity.
Which could certainly speak for a certain unpredictability in itself (even if the band has already used Hetfield and Co. heavily in the past) and would somehow be okay anyway Evil the brand monster The Unknown would quickly show how things work in this direction: the era of the late Metallica After all, there is definitely room for improvement.
However, the English now sound more like a tired caricature of the role models, actually chasing after the lame institution in a colorless and uninspired manner, rather than doing anything better – which in view of the quality of (which in retrospect was rated far too favorably at this point) 72 Seasons alone speaks for itself.
In fact, it seems as if Evil limit themselves in every respect in the role of copyists: absolutely competent, but so unspeakably boring, the quartet never breaks out of their corset, everything seems to be played with a handbrake. With grotesquely strained, pathetic alternative metal singing, strangely soulless and bloodless intonated The Unknown felt like recycling without any sophistication or sticky idea Metallica-Clichés, slow uff-zack hard rock rhythms from the (Re)Load-Fundus (without a really compelling groove) and interchangeably generic heavy riffs (which Hetfield and Hammett feel have been served countless times better) in a stream of cold set pieces that hardly generate any tension and little dramaturgy, which is why it’s 47 minutes also really annoying pulling though Evil bogged down for long stretches in a frustratingly monotonous mid-tempo.
That in the middle part of the album, around which the handbrake is released so satisfyingly Out of Sight but a little speed comes into play, the thrash band Evil So she really plays thrash and does what she’s damn good at, but that actually only makes the sobering energy-less herb fat to a limited extent.
Because if a doomy heaviness like in Monolith basically works, the scenario is rolled out to the point of oversaturation and then torpedoed by counterproductive ideas such as flashy background shouts When Mortal Coils Shed its inherently beautiful, melodious longing is quickly viewed as a half-baked would-be plagiarism Nothing Else Matters It meanders slowly and doesn’t allow you to get to the point and is therefore robbed of any relevance.
For the still large masses Metallica-followers could The Unknown So to a certain extent, it still convinces as a reasonably exciting methadone program (all of those can then also think of a point in the rating here), all others are left with is the solid craftsmanship, although it offers no stimulus to listen to again, to hold on to in the disappointment.
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