Fleshgod Apocalypse: King
Bombastic brutalists forget to light the fuse
It’s tempting to praise Fleshgod Apocalypse for trying to not get tied down by sonic gimmicks, and for attempting new things on King.
It’s also easy to throw proverbial rocks at them for watering down their identity and losing what made them good. The Italians have spent their last two albums making the most brutal, ludicrously over-the-top, symphonic technical death metal imaginable, all sweeping strings, histrionics, and triggered drums that sound like small thermonuclear detonations. On this fourth album, the symphonics are toned right down in the mix, the drums sound like drums not bombs, and the tone is more drama than melodrama.