(TheMadIsraeli is no fan of deathcore in general, but in this post he confesses and attempts to explain his love for Oceano’s 2009 debut.)
I know what a lot of you must be thinking. Is he fucking shitting me? No, I am not.
Anyone who keeps himself or herself apprised of metal should know who this band is, because they are one of the first stars of the second wave of deathcore along with bands such as Suicide Silence and The Acacia Strain. You and I do not need to rehearse the beef with deathcore by metalheads of a more purist sort. For the most part and in the case of most bands, I agree that it’s shallow, insipid, immature, half-assed death metal. But I believe Oceano, on this album in particular mind you, had something going for them. I honestly don’t know if I can define it, but of course I will try.
Depths has a very strange character. Its mix matches its title perfectly, with a very open yet hollow shape to the sound and an odd echo surrounding all of the instruments and the vocals. It sounds like a recording engineered inside an ancient underwater cave infested by demon-spawned sirens. This is one of the elements that gives Depths its weight and a mood that other deathcore records simply don’t have. It’s distinctive for this reason alone. The important part, though, must of course be what lies at the core — the music itself. What to say about that?