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6.5
- Bands:
CHRONIC HATE - Duration: 00:39:38
- Available from: 05/29/2026
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Time To Kill Records
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Third full-length for the Veneto-Friulian Chronic Hate, a death metal band active since 2001 and which, like many others, sediments its sound with fire and flames on the stages of the national underground, with a death metal deeply rooted in the Nineties and tutelary deities who respond to the names of Morbid Angel, Monstrosity, Sinister of the first hour, with a certain quid to Dismember in some situations.
The album is, needless to say, very direct, and from the beginning it attacks us with a blast-beat which then leads to the progression of “The Wrong”, the song that opens this “Defeating The Oblivion Of Life”.
The striking thing about this work is certainly the riffing, rather refined and varied, without being excessively complicated, and this certainly rewards listening. The band goes a hundred miles per hour in many points of the album, and although, as mentioned above, the guitars do a more than discreet job in the search for passages that chase and interchange continuously, it must also be said that the structure of the songs makes everything quite similar to itself, also given the tendency of our band to push on the accelerator for much of the development of their songs.
However, there is no lack of a certain melodic vein as a backdrop to the compositions, with even some slightly more cadenced passages that show a certain ability even when going a little slower (the coda of “Despair… In Sorrow”); worth mentioning is “Subjugated Minds”, a song without compromises but which betrays a certain musicality between its cracks.
In general, however, the album goes a little too straight for our tastes, resulting interesting but a little flat; however, the band seems to be having fun, and falls back into that world of uncompromising death metal bands that set the stages of clubs and festivals on fire without interruption.
In fact, we imagine that the live dimension is the one in which Chronic Hate give the best of them, resulting instead, in the long run, a bit flat on record, and not making us really want to go back and listen to them again, given the lack of real peaks that make the album memorable; at the same time the lack of banal or ugly parts makes it pleasant to listen to when you want to recall the name of the band or perhaps after a concert.
Classic, average album, which however will give some satisfaction to underground sifters.
Daniel D`Amico for SANREMO.FM
