Disgustingly bland, though that isn’t anything new for Fleshgod Apocalypse. Beyond the that fact that every song sounds roughly the same, it’s the way it sounds the same that’s so especially awful. It’s bland in how not bland it’s trying to be, with those high quality symphonic midis disguised as a real orchestra (and if it is a real orchestra, I hope they got paid double what they were worth for having to play this shit), blasting tired chord changes over and over again over bland death growls and shitty, repetitive chugging. Over and over and over and over again. And then adding in cleans for the “emotional” and “climatic” section actually manages to make King blend in with the crowd even more.
Honestly I can barely tell where a track ends and where it begins. The whole things sounds like one giant blob of retirement home style tapioca pudding that you’re force-fed for 57 minutes, even more if you happen to hate yourself and listen to the second, full symphonic CD.
Fleshgod wanted to make their sound more distinct with a niche by pioneering symphonic death metal, but instead managed to sound even more stale than they were when they were “good”. In a phrase, King is above all, miserably inoffensive.