As in,
The band Death has something we all thought...would at least be strange. But the rest of us know better, musicianship in death metal is simply the aesthetic--the very ground on which blood drips et cetera.
But they've got more of it, and it's better--
Listen, the singer will explain. This will positively jar you--recall that the strangest aspect of Megadeth in the Peace Sells days is that they had a drummer named Gar. Death follows that with a gently gay singer songwriter lead-guitarist: the far too modest father of death metal. This also explains why they keep the solos away from the vocals, and the band is the freest: they've got the director again. Now each is his own: solos, however, played deadpan together, stringently close: no layers, each is synced quite nice.
It startles the more you listen, I promise: forget it hasn't the flavor you'd typically appreciated applied to anything, let alone sharp musicianship.
Skit scat, ain't no body goin listen to that shit.
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