Cherish one last night until humanity's lost. Channeling power, drained from within the Earth to construct superior specimen. Do not buy this album. War, the streets are dying for war. The axis where timelines intersect. I can never decide which I like more because they are both just over-the-top heavy and mind-blowingly bodacious, creating two masterpieces that give me a reason to headbang with a distinctive excitement and anger.
Human origin and creation are finally exposed. Ascendants sounds like someone carrying a box of breakdowns who fell down a flight of stairs. More blast beats ensue into a nice djent-inspired chug with accompaniment by creepy, avant-garde chords. Utilizing the same dark tone of their sickening guitars and bass, the song builds up to several note-worthy breakdowns of absolute chaos with rigid, nimble, and driving drumlines throughout. Every second of this album features the same guttural barking in the same basic pattern over and over again. One can no longer simply blow off deathcore as a genre anymore. Favorite track: Dawn of Descent.
Cherish one last night until humanity's lost, the streets are dying for war! Connectivity of every outer realm. The streets are dying for war. Panic, disbelief, and desperation, the streets are filled with war and stained red with death. Would you even care to help? The song is disgusting and repulsive by nature, which gets me beyond pumped up and angry. Dawn Of Descent Video: This is not the second coming of lore, don't pray revoke, dismiss your dissipating God and cherish one last night until humanity's lost.
We were forewarned, signs were ignored. This album is available to purchase on , , and. Watch this world burn and transform into a dead planet. Crossing dimensions, who would you save? It is not a substantial problem, nor does it completely detract from this prestigious track. Malevolent are the architects who have changed their ways. Dispelling organized religion as a fraud, society loses direction once it's lost its hold.
Groove, uniquely written guitar riffs, and accelerated drum fills pour out into a tragic venom of beautifully brutal deathcore. And because of all of this, the listener never learns or feels anything. All that they've taught you is a lie. Although these songs are not bad by any means, they tend to blend into one mediocre piece of music when compared to the desolation of the songs beforehand. The mood is set, their sound is recognizable and they are superb at what they do. This is a dead planet, a wasteland, it's fucking worthless.
Behold luminescent spirals overhead, The hidden element of travel unveiled. Not only are the drums fast and essentially robotic, but Adam Warren drops painfully low and beautiful gutturals on this behemoth of an album. Without the song titles in front of them, they would not be able to tell what any song is about, whether its message is uplifting or downtrodding, what the overall message is that Oceano want them to know. They now anticipate the end. Shattered faith manifests, the truth has led to social unrest. A transient gateway manipulating time and space.
Would you remain light years away If you could warn an alien race of a shortened existence? Warren also demonstrates an impressive range of vocals throughout the songs, executed in interesting rhythms at points that assures me that he is a talented lyricist and, in turn, vocalist. To harness its powers, one must ascend. The sons on Ascendants all have the same sound, the same rhythm, the same everything. Burdened or does benevolence beckon? A predestined termination, a chance to redesign their failing offspring. However, every time I hear this ending drag on and on, whether live or on my phone, it leads me to believe that the ending is too redundant and long. Every fine, minute detail was taken into account, tweaked, and delivered with the utmost brilliance.
And on Ascendants, Oceano suck out loud. It is always the music that must be judged, first and foremost. Cherish one last night until humanity's lost forever. It has proven its stamina enough to become part of metal as a whole, and people who are overly vocal in their hatred of it usually just come across as jaded codgers. Or throw such a gift away, to withhold for selfish embellishments? The album is worth a listen if you have enjoyed Oceano in the past, or if you are a fan of I Declare War, Whitechapel, and Thy Art is Murder. But before the end, you're forced to watch this world burn and transform into a dead planet. A mythos of science few can comprehend nor possess.