Band:	Six Feet Under
Album:	Undead
Style:	Death metal
Release date:	May 2012

01. Frozen At The Moment Of Death
02. Formaldehyde
03. 18 Days
04. Molest Dead
05. Blood On My Hands
06. Missing Victims
07. Reckless
08. Near Death Experience
09. The Scar
10. Delayed Combustion Device
11. Vampire Apocalypse
12. The Depths Of Depravity

You all seemed to have no problem with me shitting on generic death metal acts before, this time around should be no different.

Seriously, people, there's three things this band has which separates them from the army of other death metal bands duplicating at an exponential rate with no sign of stopping. 1) The well known associated names of some of the members, 2) Being under one of the biggest metal labels out there today, and 3) The slick production reasons 1 & 2 can buy you. Between the decently sized backing label, and the highly experienced members involved, you'd think Six Feet Under would have some kind of arsenal to make them stand out, good or bad. The only thing that really makes them stand out is the fact that they are successful, despite being just as boring as any number of other bands out there. Are people not actually listening? It's some kind of pyramid-scheme-like mass conspiracy; someone (probably the label) will convince a few people this is something special, those few people convince another few people and so on. Before you know it, you've got a large audience of people celebrating a band that doesn't exactly warrant celebrating. Nobody stops to ask themselves why this band is so popular. Enough people like it, that means it must be good, right?

Enough conspiracy theory jabbering, though. The music? It's the same shit, new year. Plain, straight-forward death metal. Undead has enough infectious riffs to make it worth listening to briefly, but not enough to make it worthy of any repeat listens. The only real identity here is Chris Barnes unmistakable sloppy growls. If you haven't heard those before, maybe Undead will hold something new for you. It would be easy enough to tack on another couple dozen words here trying to explain the sound in further detail, but you've heard it all before, so no asinine wall-of-text explanations are going to be given. It's the same story as pretty much any of the other generic crap you've seen reviewed on here, so we'll leave it with the same score as is appropriate for one-time-use types of albums like these.