CASKETGARDEN

Uff, the cover's scabby!.. Urghh, it almost smells like a vagabond! Ugh!.. With two fingers I extract the CASKETGARDEN CD, thinking about what can I expect from a band with suck a RomanDic name?.. It is either vomit-grind or a faceless slipknot clone… Having washed my hands I push "Play" and… take a breath of relief. Hungarian Swedish-death is on the stage tonight. And though first 20 seconds are VERY promising, bombing exercises are carried out just like the Gettysburg school manuals say. What can I say? The quality's good. The vocalist is crying as if he's been stung… The guitars are trying to play a couple of solos from time to time, while the percussions adjust the theme to the melodic-death "unca-unca". Now and then acoustics run over the cast iron riffs. Sounds like my old expander. Feels good sometimes, but something still irritates my nasal receptors... I knit my brow again and… understand that the poor vagabond has nothing to do with this - it's just that "This Corroded Soul Of Mine" smells like third-sort moth-balls…