Band:	Dethcentrik
Album:	Why Do The Innocent Die Young
Style:	Industrial metal
Release date:	2011

01. The Demise Of Mankind
02. If Only
03. Rip My Heart Out
04. Columbine Justice Free
05. Realms Yet Unknown

What is this supposed to be? Why Do The Innocent Die Young? That's what I've been wondering for years now; the answer to all those years of searching for a delightful answer must be this album. Past generations died as innocent victims because the prophets foretold its arrival, present generations will die because it has arrived and the future ones will hopefully avoid it for God's sake. The cauldrons of Hell are burning in ecstasy; Dethcentrik's first full length (as far as I am aware of) has come to the surface and along with it the seven Plagues of Egypt. Why Do The Innocent Die Young has to be its title and I feel quite innocent I dare say; and dead.

It's supposed to be some kind of ambient black metal with core edges. What it's not supposed to be is a coherent music form, not even a non-compromising one. I have to admit that I'm quite an admirer of the Dada movement but this is not even anti-art, not even an alternate sound equivalent of the nihilistic no-wave scene. It's supposed to present atmosphere-evoking keyboard passages and suddenly all hell breaks loose. Some parts are fine and I have to admit that: quite inspired but not much. Simplistic nevertheless, but they do serve their purpose in terms of ambiance. And these are the only moments in which your spirit can finally find some rest.

The production is awfully gruesome. Whenever anything that is supposed to be screams, guitars and/or drumming appears the overall outcome is piercing my ears. Some few clean male and female vocals try to ease the burden but they don't achieve much. To be fair, I like production that has its faults so as to complement the album, something that happens most of the times when it comes to black or more underground/extreme forms of doom metal. In this case though, it's even more disturbing than an experimental/noise work with extremely bad production. Oh well, it's something like listening to the radio and parasitic sounds trespass your harmony and this is exactly the moment you lose control of your vehicle and you say hello to Apostle Peter; don't be glad, you just won a highway ticket downwards and you know who's waiting for your soul impatiently. And as I'm slowly reaching the end of this review I'd like to say that this "work" is too simplistic. I mean, I like simplicity whenever it has to offer a variety of emotions or tends to promote a very specific soul state if it supports it to an appropriate extent. Well, in this case we're talking about amateur simplicity and lack of inspiration collaborating with unfriendly production and disturbing soundscapes.

Okay, I'd never believe I'd say that, but I'd like to warn you to avoid this album like the Devil avoids the church yard, to say the least. To my ears it's badly produced sound nonsense, in other words lobotomy. Tristan Jara would suggest aphorism; I'd simply obey.