In Flames

In Flames

Colony

Nuclear Blast

Many patriotic metalheads still deem Florida the Land of Supreme Death Metal over Sweden (home of Entombed, At the Gates, Dissection, Unleashed, Edge of Sanity, et. al.), but I say bollocks to that, In Flames’ Colony being the final nail in the coffin of the tired debate.

Like fellow Gothenburg-ians past (At the Gates) and present (Dissection), In Flames have risen to prominence as a band that defines the city’s extreme music scene, a sort of black/death metal hybrid that’s simultaneously more accessible and challenging than any other around. Whereas the preceding Whoracle was a bit wimpish and meandering for die-hard fans’ tastes, Colony is sure to rectify any doubts that In Flames is worthy of carrying the city’s torch.

On Colony , In Flames injects major doses of ’80s power metal (think Iron Maiden or Accept) into its lurch ‘n’ crunch. Whereas most of the band’s contemporaries (namely American ones) flail in the dark for anything resembling a melody, In Flames possesses an innate melodic flair challenged by few, an anthemic sort that incites revelers to burn flags or pump their fists in the air. Keeping with the technical propensity — doubtless evolving from the previous element — native to its hometown, In Flames constructs dexterous, mathematical riffs that seemingly collide and congeal with each other, vital cogs in the band’s catchy, structured anti-structures that are quite the antithesis of the aimless, ad nauseum riff-fests characteristic to our native, death metal-addled soil. No less the blackened screech, Anders Friden’s vocals, a main component in the band’s power overload, are thrashing mad instead of just plain thrashing.

Coupled with Entombed’s recent works and At the Gates’ Slaughter of the Soul , In Flames’ Colony will stand as the most evolved, state-of-the-art form of Swedish death metal — Tampa, shut your mouth, already.

Nuclear Blast America, P.O. Box 43618, Philadelphia, PA 19106; http://www.nuclearblast-usa.com

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked with *

Recently on Ink 19...

  • Tom Tom Club
    Tom Tom Club

    The Good The Bad and the Funky (Nacional). Review by Julius C. Lacking.

  • Barnes & Barnes
    Barnes & Barnes

    Pancake Dream (Demented Punk Records). Review by Carl F. Gauze.

  • Jeremiah Lockwood
    Jeremiah Lockwood

    A Great Miracle: Jeremiah Lockwood’s Guitar Soli Chanukah Album (Reboot). Review by Bob Pomeroy.

  • Metallica: The $24.95 Book
    Metallica: The $24.95 Book

    From an underground band that pioneered the thrash metal sound, to arguably the biggest rock act in the new millennium, Metallica has had a long and tumultuous history. Ben Apatoff scours a myriad of sources to catalog this history in his new book.

  • Araceli Lemos
    Araceli Lemos

    Shortly after AFI Fest 2021 wrapped, Generoso spoke at length with director, Araceli Lemos about her award-winning and potent feature debut, Holy Emy. Lemos’s film uses elements of body horror in her story about the exoticization of two Filipina sisters living in Greece and how that exploitation creates a distance between them.

  • Southern Accents 55
    Southern Accents 55

    A woofin’ good time with cuts from Hank Williams, Muddy Waters, Delta Moon and more from KMRD 96.9, Madrid, New Mexico!

  • Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
    Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

    Absurdism with a healthy dose of air conditioning.

  • Mixtape 172 :: My Old Bassist
    Mixtape 172 :: My Old Bassist

    Like pre-teens throwing every liquid into the kitchen blender and daring each other to drink the results, Woody and Jeremy fuse all manner of sounds legitimate and profane into some murky concoction that tastes surprisingly good.

  • Demons/Demons 2
    Demons/Demons 2

    Synapse Films reissues Lamberto Bava’s epic ’80s gore-filled movies Demons and Demons 2 in beautiful new editions.

  • Sylvie Courvoisier and Mary Halvorson
    Sylvie Courvoisier and Mary Halvorson

    Searching for the Disappearing Hour (Pyroclastic Records). Review by Bob Pomeroy.

From the Archives