Coffin Birth – The Miracle of Death

The organ accompanied by harsh spoken verse that Coffin Birth have chosen to introduce this album is on point enough to meet Edgar Allan Poe’s guidelines for short fiction, in which he claims that the opening paragraph movement should give the reader listener an idea of what they are to expect throughout the entire piece.

“Gather, ye children of darkness, It is time to take back what is yours, arise from damnation.”

If you come to grasp this in an analytical sense for the purpose of the album itself, it is quite fitting. The Miracle of Death is essentially an attempt to revive the dead yesteryear of ancient metal history. Raspy screams take the place of now-commonplace lows. It utilizes Verse-chorus composition and soaring, melodic leads serve as the predominant source of altered voicing. The band refers to the lyricism as “graveyard philosophy” and the riffing is mostly thrash inspired, while the band relies mostly on keyboards and solos to generate the occasional “dark” atmosphere (even though keyboards are used relatively sparingly). The result, however, is far less serious-toned than it aims to be lyrically. They rarely give the darker passages time to develop into creepy or epic status, and the music is more fun-loving than the lyrics would suggest.

Coffin Birth have created a work that will take it’s listeners back to the heyday of thrash and melodic death, it just wouldn’t exactly be on par with the albums that we still remember today. This gives it an almost instant sense of cult status. It’s for enthusiasts of the old days, and I understand that. The main flaw is that it attempts to rekindle the flame of a more vocal-driven approach to metal, and the vocal performance ranges from mediocre to painful. That is not to say that the album is a failure by any means. Catchy hooks make their way to the forefront periodically, and there are some fun guitar solos as well. The music isn’t written poorly, even though there are some transitions that would have benefited from a bridge, and some of the pacing seems a bit rushed for the time period they were aiming to revisit.

Overall, The Miracle of Death is a mediocre album, but it has a charm similar to that of a B Horror flick, which it seems the band is well-studied on (and might have even been aiming for). You probably won’t show your friends this CD, but you might put it on for fun on Halloween after the Misfits have worn out their welcome.


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