Another fucken Swedeath classic that remains unloved at GD – UNTIL NOW.
That’s right ladies and gentlebeasts, this is one of those albums that
no self-disrespecting metalhead should be without. In my quest to
round out my collection spawned by the country in question during the
time period in question, I laid my jizzy mitts on a copy of “Where no
life dwells” a couple years ago. While it took a while to sink in,
these days a big grin spreads over my face like an allergic reaction
whenever one of these nasty genital grinders starts playing. If
Entombed is the penis and Grave is the scrotum, Unleashed proudly
occupies the ‘taint/anus region.
8. Fast, galloping sections interspersed with slow, doomy sections.
This is death metal, Sweden, the early ‘90’s. If you don’t know what
it sounds like already, you’re a dickhead and should probably just quit
listening to music altogether. Yes, this is not songwriting rocket
science but no one has truly managed to replicate the brutality by way
of simplicity that innovators like Unleashed were able to conjure
effortlessly. On a side note, I like the straight-ahead deathery they
employed here much more than the more experimental ideas they
incorporated on follow-ups “Shadows…” and “Across…”.
9. I got me a re-issue here, so not sure if this disc received a cleanup or not. Hopefully not. I wouldn’t have “WNLD”
any other way. Crunchy, nasty – like a bowlful of cornflakes that has
been infested with dying wasp larvae. It sounds quite Sunlight, but was
actually recorded in Germany. The re-issue has the “…And the laughter
has died” demo pasted on the end, and the sound of those tracks is even
crunchier. Mmmm, delicious.
7.5. Chock full of those riffs you know and love, that have been
stolen many times since. I don’t think the riffs are quite as tightly
executed or as numerous as their contemporaries in Entombed or Grave,
but still well done. Solos are actually pretty well done considering
the nature of the music. One riff in particular I’d like to point out
pops up in the fantastic slow section of “The dark one” – Kaamos among
others got the five finger discount on this shit without a doubt.
7. Mr. Hedlund is certainly an acquired taste. And I’ve acquired
it, but it make take some time for those used to more conventional
deathgrunts. A bit more hoarse, a bit nastier – I’d say there’s a Van
Drunen vibe going on here with the occasional sashay into lower
growling. More than occasional. I’ll say frequent sashaying with a
hint of shimmying.
7. I can definitely make it out for once, if I’m not mistaken. It
scrambles to keep up in the fast parts, and just aids to the swinging
bombast of the doom sections. Always nice to hear you little guy, now
run along and help out a few black metal bands!
6. Polka, polka, polka, thrash, polka, polka, polka, rolling double
bass over slow riff, thrash, thrash, polka. You get all that?
8. “I am the asexual”, eh? Sure you are, pal. Go hang out with
Ziggy Stardust and keep me posted on your relative androgyny. Anyway,
these are pretty damn good lyrics at the time period, and if I’m not
mistaken gave rise to a lot of the Viking imagery that has since been so
prevalent. We’ve got what sounds like some Nordic mythology, some
death-dealing, a chunk of warrior asskicking, some Tolkein, and that’s
2. Long ago someone might have thought this looked cool. Like maybe
if it was painted on a cave wall. By a quadriplegic caveman. No
10. I’ve always loved the Unleashed logo – spiderwebbed, evil, giant
upside-down cross right in the fucking middle. Nice job. You can
clearly see where Bloodbath got their design from. Doesn’t anyone owe
Unleashed some royalties for all of this thievery?
8. Not sure what the original looked like, but my reissue is filled
with bandmember testimonials, fun facts, lyrics, etc. Quite informative
– good job for once, Century Media.
8. If you know and love the sounds of Sweden in its golden age,
this album should already be near and dear to your heart. Sure these
dudes fell off for a long time in the middle of their career, but who
the fuck doesn’t? You owe it to yourself to pick up “Where no life
dwells” to simply soak up the no frills, brutal ambiance of when Vikings
ruled the waves, Christian heads were chopped the hell off, and beer
flowed like, uh, wine. Unless you hate death metal, I cannot think of a
single reason not to have this little piece of history in your
collection. And if you hate death metal, well, let me know where your
ass dwells and I’ll unleash violent ecstasy upon thee, and you shall be
slain. You will be dead forever, your house will be where life ends,
your laughter (and you) will die. Then onward, into a gloryhole I will