Morbid Angel, Illud Divinum Insanus (2011)
Morbid Angel’s first album in eight years, and first with vocalist David Vincent in fifteen years, is bound to be the year’s most over-analyzed album. Once all the dust has settled, I’m fairly confident the shitstorm over the atrociously-named Illud Divinum Insanus will eclipse even the furor over Liturgy’s Aesthetica. I square off with my brother in metal Jim Brandon over at MetalReview to level a dual onslaught at this bafflingly bad album. Even if you had written off Morbid Angel after Heretic, or if you left the fold following Vincent’s original departure after 1995’s Domination, there’s almost nothing to prepare you for this singularly misguided attempt at musical diversity. Head on over to MetalReview to check it out, and please join in the shit-flinging. Also, be sure to be on watch for the first inevitable, “Oh, man, this universally reviled album is actually totally fucking awesome” review. Hard to say from whence it will come, but friends, trust me, it will come. Just not from me.