album : Illud Divinum Insanus
artist : Morbid Angel
genre : Death Metal
year : 2011
My first reaction upon hearing the latest by Morbid fucking Angel was a bout of laughter. Going by the name Illud Divinum Insanus, their ninth album is like a deformed slut who isn’t interested in providing you with any pleasure no matter how hard you try. Fans had to wait for eight long years to hear the album and now they’d know the value of time, because it could well be spent doing everything else but being loyal to their favorite death metal band. Industrial electronic elements found in an album by one of the greatest old school death metal bands is sure going to make fans feel weak almost everywhere.
The initial few minutes on Omni Potens reminded me of that Bollywood track ‘soldier soldier…’. Laugh out loud! Those thumps on Too Extreme! (is that even a song name?) almost led me to molest the man standing next to me while it played. Frustration? Right. The oft-heard marching beats made way for the first likeable track named Existo Vulgoré. The feeling continued on the next track Blades for Baal, 10 More Dead, Nevermore. Short-lived happiness as I am Morbid was what I was heard saying after hearing a track by the same name.
Weirdest creation on the album in terms of track name, feel, soul and metal is Destructos Vs. the Earth / Attack. Nothing more nothing less. Even hated Beauty Meets Beast. I cannot guarantee you that Radikult and Profundis – Mea Culpa was produced by Morbid Angel, it could also have come through a bunch of clowns preparing for their next circus stunt.
I have already forgotten those eleven tracks I heard on the album. Too bad that I have to say this about a death metal offering, which implies that it did not make any impact. And you might have noticed I have stopped saying it’s an album by Morbid fucking Angel that we are talking about.
In the same league as Macabre‘s last album Grim Scary Tales, musical entertainment is a lot to ask for over here. It’s like I so want that cone of chocolate ice-cream to slide down my throat but my throat itself is fucked. There is a folder in my hard disk which I have named ‘unwanted noise’. It holds albums that need not be ever visited again except to remind me of the sheer horror I experienced while they blared from my speakers. Illud Divinum Insanus is now a proud entrant.
Rating : 2/5