Taking my time to accept accidents don’t happen—that stems from a failure to account how I came across Quo Vadis, despite how popular this band seems to be even if it sounded remotely familiar. The lads churn out some of the best of in death metal—which is assembled from the genre stalwarts past and present. Adding various edges to their take on death metal—wasting no time to combine melody and technicality.
Matthew Sweeney is one hell of a vocalist albeit not perfect. It takes enormous breath control to pull a feat as done on the album opener. Making no difference if done by low growl or a high pitched singing as Kiske—bottom line is control; challenging as trying either is. His flaw is noticeable in track four—sounding strained where all instruments bar one have been stripped away—how much vocalists’ flaws do they hide. There is a bridge appearing before the main vocal work which lieges the path of Overkill‘s Necroshine in the refrain supporting part. A literal death-bat, skull-bashing with death metal.
Majestic kicker is To the Bitter End—written with music in mind, and technicality at heart; just like the rest of the album, where it’s the actual music and end product matters more than impressing with sideshows that will appeal to fellow instrumentalists—but not strictly to them. Silence Calls the Storm lays at the figurehead of Beyond Creation together with the opener and the second song, emulating them to a limited degree. The bassist is a straight-up face of BC, and yes he does not take center-stage if only an effective pulsating presence.
When putting their Death hats on, they must have been beanies. The close-tying Tunnel Effect (Element of the Ensemble IV) hangs away to prevent cloning and duplication. Hearkening Born Dead—especially the drum work—as the guitarists exhibit their lopped emulations that reach the acme of a Schuldiner solo. Title track too, alongside In Contempt. The opera version of an interlude introduces some female vocals—which is not a surprise when the closing track pummels melodeath with a gushing propensity for a slight sullenness.
My appreciation for the album went further into the thoughtful title as the lyrics may want to fledge into an existence by themselves—one to be hung onto dearly with their clearly stated observations. Not to attach the listener(s)—they should listen, apprehend and detach.