A motorbike that sounds like it’s dying gives into a drumbeat that flows painfully into something akin to ‘my first metal riff’. That’s the first minute of ‘Wall of Damage’ and if that’s not enough to put you off then the next four minutes of the title track should be. Awful, no effort whiny vocals grate against rusty ‘Metal’ that was eroding before it even got popular.
This could possibly be excusable for a 14 year-olds first foray into the world of heavy music in his/her garage, but Brutal Deluxe have been doing this for
thirteen years. ‘All Things Meaningless’ has some harrowingly out of tune gang chant from children that only help to amplify the fact that whichever of the three members of Brutal Deluxe is singing should STOP, NOW.
The rest of the album is much off the same, terrible vocals, lyrics that make KoRn seem grown up and bad, bad riffs/beats that even the aforementioned 14 year-old would discard. In fact, it actually sounds like they are taking the piss it’s that bad.
Fair enough, they formed in 1997 and are therefore part of the grunge metal generation, but there’s honestly no excuse for this. A trip down memory lane at most, ‘Wall of Damage’ will probably only serve to remind you just how baggy your pants were, how spiky/multi-coloured your hair was and just how much your musical taste has progressed over the years. Unfortunately for Brutal Deluxe, it seems they still live on memory lane and haven’t managed to escape its muddy, turgid, stomp-mosh grasp.
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