Music Review: Six Feet Under – Death Rituals

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- Music Review: Six Feet Under – Death Rituals
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- Death Set the Beginning of my Journey

Music Review: Six Feet Under – Death Rituals
Blogcritics.org OH 
Dog – FateIt was way back in 1993 that then-Cannibal Corpse vocalist Chris Barnes decided to put together a side project. Three years later he finally parted company with Cannibal Corpse and Six Feet Under became his main priority. Focusing more on death metal than his previous band’s um death metal there was very little to distinguish them in the early days. But credit where credit's due – Six Feet Under has evolved over the years into a more groove-oriented death metal outfit something fairly unique in the genre. It's a testament to the band that with the exception of founder guitarist Allen West heading back to Obituary in 1998 they've kept the same lineup since their inception with new boy Steve Swanson arriving from Massacre to takeover from West. That kind of continuity is pretty unheard of in the death metal world but what you're left with is a band that knows the ins and outs of each other’s playing allowing them to hit peaks of perfection. Six Feet Under doesn't mess about.

Jack Black on riding pterodactyls heavy metal and his new video game
Los Angeles Times CA 
You couldn’t do that back then. You could only imagine that. What this game allows you to do is physicalize heavy metal music. You can do battle with this dramatic dangerous music as your score. It’s a real wish-fulfillment game for me. How is working in games different from in movies? Black: It’s exciting to me because it’s still relatively new. It’s an art form that hasn’t really reached its potential yet.
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Death Set the Beginning of my Journey
Detroit Metro Times MI 
Actually the Greek-based Dodsferd’s already been at it for years stringing together songs of seething yet boring riffs that try to be as grim as possible. Unfortunately the riffs bring yawns and their “evil” atmosphere wears thin finally wearing the listener’s patience. Good black metal has the ability to conjure up the kind of unmitigated emotion seldom seen in underground music but Dodsferd deters that emotion with flattened ideas that don’t even attempt to aim for something better. To the band’s credit the lead singer who goes by the nickname “Wrath” does belt out cringe-worthy screams and ghoulish agonizing cries that come with years of donning corpse-paint and 12-inch spikes. A pity then that the music behind him is a slab of uninteresting mud. Nevertheless if you’re willing to put yourself through 50 minutes of wearying noise (and what self-respecting black metal fan isn’t these days now that the genre has rapidly become such a joke?) then do yourself a big favor and give Dodsferd your hard-earned money. How the hell else is Wrath gonna be able to afford all that leather?.