There are few things more offensive than a lazy band playing a lazy style of music and passing it off as something great, but one of the contenders is a band that does the same thing in a 'me too!' Fashion with zero accounting for subtlety. Thus stands the issue of Skinlab, arguably the most overt of trend-hoppers in the late 90s groove metal scene, or in simpler terms, the gimp sidekicks of Machine Head. It could have been a running joke in metal circles that Skinlab does what Machine Head did a couple years ago, but sadly there was a sizable collection of people out there at the time who actually liked this crap, so it most likely was not. Maiya yashoda. However, some times being behind the curve can be a saving grace of sorts, and that proves to be the case, ironically enough, with this band's redundant as hell second excursion into the muddy waters of the 90s Disembody: The New Flesh, as it opts to reach back a couple years into the past rather than stay with the times. If this band's extremely boring debut could be likened to a poor man's Burn My Eyes, this album could be seen as an equally competent knockoff of The More Things Change., all but to a tee. The usual assortment of extremely banal 2-3 note chugging fragments of a groove riff drone on for way too long, accompanied by a variety of Anal Cunt influenced screaming/vomiting and piss poor Layne Staley worship, to speak nothing for the grating whispered sections.
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Sometimes there are hints of an outright Korn influence (particularly on 'Second Skin: New Flesh') that is rendered slightly more metallic by the guitars not being as muddy, but are equally as lazy and redundant. But occasionally things pick up a bit in speed and almost take on something comparable to the short-lived Nailbomb project, minus a lot of the effectiveness. A few key moments on 'Breathe' and 'Know Your Enemies' actually feel like they could break into something interesting, but are largely boxed into a slightly more up tempo version of the same repetitive drudgery. Winning eleven 2000 psx iso torrents. Perhaps the biggest contrast that this album shares both with its predecessor and its object of inspiration is a slightly greater degree of attempted ambition, though it generally results in purposeless meandering rather than anything that could hope to captivate.
The incredibly drawn out and droning ballad 'I Name My Pain' seems like an attempt to ape ideas off of Nevermore's approach to a haunting/melancholy interlude, but replaces the nails-on-a-chalkboard bellowing with an even more annoying whispered voice-over that renders this thing wholly revolting whenever it occurs. There is a similar set of droning, semi-industrial noise chasing the lazy down-tempo Machine Head impersonator 'Scapegoat', not to mention a heap of messy notes under the guise of a guitar solo section. That's actually the one curious thing about this plodding mess of half-ideas, there are several attempts at guitar solos that are generally out of place, almost as if Scott Sargeant had an involuntary flashback to his brief stint with Laaz Rockit that never fully came into focus. One of the most not sought after honors that an album can achieve is the dreaded 'it's not as terrible as X album', especially when that includes the rest of the same band's body of work, but that is about the kindest thing that could be said about this heap of rubbish from a time in metal best forgotten.
Somehow in Steev and company's quest to rip off Machine Head a second time they managed to put something together that was better than what said band would birth the same year, underscoring his inability to hop onto a new trend fast enough to keep up with his mentor. At the end of the day, this album sucks less because its creators sucked a bit more at something else, but regardless of how it sucks or to what degree, it sucks all the same. Avoid this album, avoid this band, and just make a habit of avoiding anything associated with the latter days of the American groove metal scene. You'll be doing all of us a massive favor. Disembody:The New Flesh seems in large part an attempt by Skinlab to actually sound credible and try to actually take themselves seriously. While forgettable and nondescript, this release easily outpaces and outdoes their earlier material on the boring, Machine Head-Ripoff, slug-paced embarrassment that was Bound, Gagged, and Blindfolded.
Skinlab, while still sounding somewhat like Machine Head, seems to be developing a little bit of independent identity and sound as though they're actually trying to make an album as opposed to just ripping off another more well known band and their releases making second rate cash-ins. The New Flesh does improve somewhat over it's predecessor. We have a few dynamics put into the songs to make them feel less droll. They actually begin to use intros, endings, and the occasional drum blast or distortion effect to break the notion of monotony.