(Andy Synn delves into the depths of Outer Heaven‘s new album, set for release on Friday)
It’s no secret that I’ve found a lot of Death Metal albums this year to be both overhyped and underwhelming.
Sure, there’s nothing necessarily wrong with giving people what they want – I mean, The O’Jays wrote a whole song about it – but sometimes it often feels as though large swathes of the Death Metal scene (especially those of the “Old School” persuasion) are more concerned with preaching to the choir than with finding their own voice.
But what I love about Outer Heaven (and, if you remember, I really loved their first album) is that they don’t just play to the cheap seats.
Heck, on Infinite Psychic Depths it feels like they aren’t all that bothered about playing to the crowd at all, with the result being an album that’s a little bit uglier, and a little bit more unorthodox, than both its predecessor and the majority of its peers.