By Gareth Watkins
Trying to improve on deathcore by making it into nu-metal is like trying to improve a pool of cold vomit by eating it and turning it into shit. That’s what California’s Suicide Silence have done on their fifth and definitively worst album.
Self-titling an album is a bold statement: this is us, pure Suicide Silence, the closest you’ll get to a best-of. It’s probably not a good move on SS’s part to abandon their sound (more or less prototypical deathcore; death metal and metalcore mixed without a single good element of either) in favor of toned-down baggy-shorts-core with a reliance on clean singing that inflicts every one of vocalist Hernan “Eddie” Hermida’s inane lyrics on you.
They’ve not only gone nu-metal for no particular reason but released a bad nu-metal record. Nowhere do they match KoRn’s groove or Deftones’ soulful slow burn: all that’s left is a band that could be on the 2006 Family Values Tour, scheduled mid-afternoon between 10 Years and Deadsy then forgotten.Nuclear Blast, Suicide Silence