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      Originally released : 08-19-2008
      Release date        : 10-31-2013
      Album name          : Continent
      Artist              : The Acacia Strain

      Ripped by           : Team EOS
      Genre               : Metal
      Label               : Prosthetic

      Encoding Software   : Lame EOS
      Quality             : -V 0

      Tracks              : 11
      Size of Files       : 82,8 MB

      Ä Track list ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ ÄÄÄ Ä Ä


        01  04:22  Skynet
        02  04:16  Seaward
        03  02:26  Dr Doom
        04  02:43  Forget Me Now
        05  03:27  Cthulhu
        06  04:18  Baby Buster
        07  04:36  Balboa Towers
        08  02:57  JFC
        09  02:41  Kraken
        10  02:02  The Combine
        11  06:37  The Behemoth


                                Total time: 40:25 min
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     2008's Continent album finds the Acacia Strain pruned
     down from their original sextet lineup into a tidy
     foursome, and the diet hasn't necessarily drained them
     of their characteristic, blunt sonic force, but honed
     and compacted it into a dense and seemingly impervious
     deathcore wrecking ball, if you will. Problem is, you
     can usually see the wrecking ball coming from a mile
     away, since the group seems more addicted than ever to
     deliberate tempos, reigned back by tight-fisted riffs,
     and bowel-wrenching growls from vocalist Vincent
     Bennett which rarely fluctuate from their inexorable
     emotional flat-line. What few unexpected adornments are
     added to the music in time -- be they tenuous harmonies
     buzzing around cuts like "Forget-Me-Now" and "JFC," or
     speedier thrash riffs shaking up others like "Seaward"
     and "Cthulu" -- still wind up looking like mere pimples
     on a rhino: there's just too little variety to go
     'round. If anything, endless grinds like "Skynet,"
     "Balboa Towers," and "The Combine" sound like Crowbar
     for the hardcore set and seem tailor-made for herds of
     muscle-bound meatheads who like to patrol mosh pits
     just to intimidate slam-dancing kiddies. No fun. What's
     more, some of the breakdowns, wailing pinch-harmonics,
     and certainly the song "Dr. Doom" in its entirety,
     reveal a blatant compositional debt to Pantera that
     quickly becomes impossible to ignore. By the time the
     group unveils their largely abandoned melodic gifts on
     the closing anomaly, "The Behemoth," the damage has
     been done, and there's little chance of resuscitating
     the Acacia Strain's bruised and bludgeoned body from
     its comatose state. Maybe next time...

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