Band:	Deeds Of Flesh
Album:	Inbreeding The Anthropophagi
Style:	Brutal death metal
Release date:	1997

01. End Of All
02. Feeding Time
03. Inbreeding The Anthropophagi
04. Infecting Them With Falsehood
05. Rival Of Battle
06. Canvas Of Flesh
07. Fly Shrine
08. Gradually Melted

This is one of those good ol' death metal albums that you can just put on, get into the disgusting yet aggressive groove, and chill. Sounds kinda counter-productive, my ways, I know. However, multi-dimensional vocals of your top-shelf variety (running the gamut from uber-low gurgles, angry grunts, and sewery vampire bat screeches), technically methodic riffs that don't over-complicate things too much, and a rhythm section that can baffle the listener enough without losing its infectiousness, well...these things get a thinkin' man kicked back and soakin' in the quality.

Sure, it would be fun to clean house to - which I did for a few minutes - yet it drew me in enough to just sit down and enjoy its horrid death metal goodness. Screw all of the online masterdebators that insist that any adjective used while talking extreme metal must become its new genre title. This isn't "technical groove-death slamgrind goreslice speed-doom metal" or any other insisted ridiculousness (unless that's your particular thing). But I'm here to tell you that Deeds Of Flesh's Inbreeding the Anthropophagi is a death metal album. It's a very exceptional album, at that. Sure, it's just technical enough. It's quite brutal. It's got some frightful aspects. There's a groove or two that could possibly cause the gauges to slam right out of your average trip-panted metal mallrat's ears in a pitbrawl. But, you know what? These adjectives just describe one hell of a death metal album; which is really the big picture here.

One thing that I absolutely adore about an album of this caliber is that, despite the obvious musical adequacies represented that get our attention to detail rolling, we're smacked with atmosphere. Take a track like "Fly Shrine", for example: the beginning sample of the pestilent creatures buzzing around what our mind's are sure to create (body parts, feces, pools of blood, etc.) upon hearing sets us up to feel morbid. So many modern "death metal" albums lack this very important characteristic. After the sample, the music is dark, demented, and dankly (yet clearly) produced, allowing our contaminated minds to keep going in all types of wanton ways.

If you are a fan of real, honest-to-badness death metal that ignores trends and does what the genre had set out to do; then throw this one on, kick back, and dream of cadaver soup and zombie sex. Have Fun!