NUCLEAR BLAST
California’s deathcore evangelists stick to the old gospel
NO MATTER HOW far Suicide Silence run, they’ll always be in the shadow of two of their own albums. The first one’s The Cleansing: their 2007 debut that made deathcore a legitimate force. The other is 2017’s self-titled disaster, which crashed into a nu metal nadir so hard that it inspired more memes than it did defenders.
Mercifully, 2020 comeback Become The Hunter was nearer to the former than the latter. The wounds inflicted by all the squeaking vocals and Deftones mimicry were bandaged by good ol’-fashioned breakdowns and blasts. Sure, the result of such throwbacks wasn’t exactly a mind-shattering album, but it had the potential to lay the track for a rejuvenation they’ve needed since former vocalist Mitch Lucker sadly passed. Remember… You Must Die springboards off of this reignited momentum by… doing the exact same thing.
Make no mistake: if you want to wolf down breadand-butter deathcore, Suicide Silence’s seventh album will be the sweetest feast you’ve had in sometremolo picking is as blackened as chargrilled chicken, before the riff that opens chugs so ominously that you can practically see the crowd-killers warming up.
