WRETCHED

Can­ni­bal Vic­tory

Blunt - - In Review -

Meat munch­ing me­tal­heads Wretched have stitched to­gether a mixed­bag tech-death record. At times it tears through the flesh with tech­ni­cal tenac­ity, mer­ci­lessly but ac­cu­rately peel­ing through the lay­ers with per­fect pre­ci­sion while gnaw­ing through the nerves. But far too of­ten the del­i­cate hand­i­work of these sadis­tic surgeons is thrown by the way­side, blud­geon­ing people to death with bloated, repet­i­tive chug-a-lug break­downs that lack the ten­der touch of a death metal mas­ter. There’s more than enough brain belt­ing bru­tal­ity when Wretched de­cided to put some cre­ative ef­fort into the mu­sic, and by the mid­point things start to flesh out, with plenty of pul­sat­ing licks, riffs and tech­ni­cal twists. But half the time they’re con­tent to sit back and chew the fat, leav­ing long-stand­ing gaps of lazy mu­sic that tries to be de­struc­tive but strug­gles to shat­ter the bones.

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