Hatebreed – The Divinity Of Purpose
There is a supreme art to making apparently brain dead self-help tunes into metal anthems, and on The Divinity Of Purpose the Connecticut bruisers hit the target yet again.
Contrary to what derisive detractors will try and tell you, Hatebreed actually fucking rule. There is a supreme art to making apparently brain dead self-help tunes into metal anthems, and on The Divinity Of Purpose the Connecticut bruisers hit the target yet again. “Honor Never Dies” sports the biggest festival crowd bounce riff you’ve heard since… well, the last time Hatebreed released a record. In contrast to that bad boy, the ultra-metal Hatebreed of 2009, The Divinity Of Purpose has the band exploring their hardcore pun k roots; it’s still fast enough to whip up circle pits but it does so in more of a Sick Of It All manner than relying on the Slayer worship that defined the band’s ’00s output.
For the second half of proceedings, the band give their trademark mid-pace grooves a workout, the thug swagger verse of “Dead Man Breathing” and the downright mean chorus of the title track. Jasta is no slouch on the mic, matching his bandmates with his trademark bark leading the pack amongst gang vocals, drunken football terrace sing-alongs and the barest minimum of tuneful yelling in the crushing closer “Time To Murder It”. Yeah, you guessed it, another anthem. Lyrically it’s the same interchangeable Hatebreed message the band have been pushing since their inception – strength, respect, determination – you know the drill, and if you ain’t on board now you never will be.
The Divinity Of Purpose doesn’t match up to their classic first two records, more continuing Hatebreed‘s (the album) solid nudging of the band in the right direction for the future. Business as pit destroyingly usual.
The Essential Track: “Time To Murder It” is a mosh warrior’s wet dream.