Rating: 5.3

Country: USA

Release Date: 2005

Record Label: Unmatched Brutality Records

Track list:
1.Befouling The Adoration Of Christ
2.Surreptitious Misanthropy Voraciously Consuming Rationality Thus Invoking Dormant Sociopathic Desirest
3.Enchanting Fantasies Of Insurmountable Torment Upon Innocence And Piety
4.The Inerrancy Of Profanation
5.Festering Oral Infestation Of Parasitic Arsomaly
6.Inebriated By The Blood Of Divine Suffering Through Secular Dissection
7.Ordainment Of Iniquity Lurigly Asphyxiating Righteousness
8.Unrelenting Agony Bestowed Upon The Holy Disease Ridden Minds Of The Ignorant

Band Website: Insidious Decrepancy

Insidious Decrepancy - The Inerrancy of Profanation

Shawn Whitaker - Vocals, Guitar, Studio Bass, Drum programming

Back in 2002 Shawn Whitaker came out with his solo project Insidious Decrepancy and the subsequent debut entitled ‘Decadent Orgy of Atrocious Suffering'. Having been familiar with his work on Viral Load I allowed myself to buy the album based solely on the exceptional art work of Jon Zig. Besides, going back to Iron Maiden's ‘Killers' I rarely had been wrong when choosing an album based on its cover art and song titles. Yet, with ‘Decadent Orgy of Atrocious Suffering' I found a technical CD that seemed highly devoid of emotional substance. More ironic is that I detest it when bands insist on mixing cover songs with their own material, but on that album the best track was Immolation's ‘Dawn of Possession'. Early 2006 rolls around and I decide to get my hands on the new Insidious Decrepancy album called ‘The Inerrancy Of Profanation'. Despite knowing that a drum machine was still being used my hope was that with the new music Whitaker had injected an unmistakable essence into the sound that would carry it past the mechanized hum drum of its predecessor.

Conceptually what makes Insidious Decrepancy worth a spin is its mix of sheer brutality in the style of Clean Flesh and Viral Load intermingled with the methodological guitar styles of such bands as Suffocation, Immolation, Dying Fetus and a pinch of Severed Savior. In theory this concept is enough to get pretty much any Metal fan, depending on gender, either grossly tumescent or sopping wet. The problem with Insidious Decrepancy is that Whitaker does not seem capable of pulling it off. Sure the recording is full of guitar hero theatrics what with maniac barred chord arrangements and dick hole ripping single notes played at Formula One speed along with a bunch of other amazing shit us non-playing fans don't discern. Hell, at times I get a warped impression of Whitaker garbed in black, spectacles slipped to the nose brim, and guitar afire as he utterly shreds on ‘The Inerrancy Of Profanation'. BUT, the album is totally robotic.

Considering that this is a Brutal Death Metal solo project rooted in the guitar, it should be recognized that along with the technical fret work there are 3 speeds to this albums pit riffing. Mid-paced has a “dun-dun-dun-dun” sound; while faster is “jun-jun-jun-jun,” and blazing is “ju-ju-ju-ju.” Therefore, the formula is as follows: “Dun-dun-dun-dun” Immolation rhythms, “ju-ju-ju-ju,” “jun-jun-jun-jun,” and the song ends. Next song: “ju-ju-ju-ju” followed by some Suffocation time changes then “dun-dun-dun-dun,” then some Dying Fetus riffs, followed by a fade out. Essentially all the songs follow a pattern that is akin to what I have described making it seem like a 29:23 long attack scene from one of the Jaws movies where the shark gets close then far, swoops in real fast, then plods away, then methodically returns, and finally attacks remorselessly. Yet, no blood is ever drawn. ‘The Inerrancy Of Profanation' is devoid of passion and the fucking mechanical drums exacerbate this problem, in that they sound terribly synthetic, especially the double kick, despite being programmed effectively.

Look, a synonym for technical is mechanical, and I am willing to believe that you adroit readers know the definition of mechanical, but in case you don't let me give you all an analogy using Jessica Alba. Were your jack-off dreams to come true leaving you to find a barely legal looking Jessica in your bed I am sure you would suck them firm tits like a newborn calf. That pussy and clit would be licked gratuitously and your face would be covered in those sublime juices. You'd grab a hand full of her hair, slam her pretty left cheek against your inner thigh and pump your cock in her sultry mouth with the zeal of a Sudanese shoving food into a starving gullet. Then you would fuck her in every position possible making sure to do it with a PASSIONATE technicality that allows you to ravage every portion of her luscious body like a nihilistic Immolation song. BUT, you would not fuck her like a mechanical (Insidious Decrepancy) bull with the occasional; “Oh Jessica” thrown in to let her know you're getting maximum pleasure out of that sweet pussy.

Bottom line: ‘The Inerrancy Of Profanation' has much technical proficiency mingled with lurid brutal riffage and near pristine production. Whitaker can play the hell out of the guitar and your gonna get a few head nods out of a listen. The problem is Insidious Decrepancy of the past and the present is basically the same music with different album titles. I am the kind of guy that can listen to Leviathan play the same 4 chords for trancelike suicidal affect for 10 minutes straight, and I can hear the grating of a carpenter's table-saw cutting through plywood thereby hearing the harmony. Fuck, I can even give Disparaged a 7.0 rating for putting out typical European Death Metal. See, Leviathan, the carpenter, and Disparaged, all have enthusiasm, fury, vivacity, ecstasy, intensity, and PASSION, whereas Insidious Decrepancy is merely another Brutal Death Metal band with a good guitar player that seems almost bored despite his abilities. Shawn Whitaker may do better on future Insidious Decrepancy releases by having 3 other HUMAN band members. Perhaps then an emotionally charged 3 rd album will hit the underground that is truly a beast. Until then I'd rather wear my ‘The Inerrancy Of Profanation' tee-shirt cause it certainly looks more blasphemous than the sounds of a one man band.

July 1st, 2006