Anata- Under a Stone with No Inscription  (Earache)
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If you woulda pressed a handgun to my temple, and told me to either decipher Anata's thorny logo or meet my maker, then I'd probably be waving to you from the Abyss right now, cuz fuck if I could figure out what it said. That's an Extreemo-metal trick, ya know. If you were in the club, than you'd know full well what it said, fucker. So already I'm at a disadvantage with these supercreeps. Anata (Means "you" in Japanese, among other not so compelling things) are Swedes, o' course, plying a very rough-hewn versh of their country's famed and fabled "Melodic Death Metal" sound. Melodic. Does that mean you can dance to Anata? Nope. Just means they only sound like Cannibal Corpse 85% of the time. The other 15% they sound like a high school jazz band gone completely haywire on dusted skunk weed. All death metal is an exercise in pointless aggression, so I can't really fault these guys for carrying on like mathematically inclined Vikings looting the local library, but I do find myself searching in vain for the chewy center underneath all the hoary bluster . Guess Anata just ain't the place to look for such things. Anyway, I can't imagine you'd be disappointed in "Under a Stone" if yer already an In Flames or At the Gates fan, but full-on speedfreaks'll probably find this one more mild than wild.
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