Forever Hate by Dread: A Death Metal Gem from '96 That Still Kicks Ass
Alright, let’s talk about Forever Hate, the 1996 death metal beast from Dread. Released under Wild Rags Records, this album is one of those raw, unfiltered slabs of American death metal that just doesn’t quit. It’s not perfect—hell, it’s not even trying to be—but man, does it hit hard where it counts.
First off, the title track “Forever Hate” is an absolute ripper. From the first chug of the guitar, you know you’re in for a ride. The riffs are nasty, like someone took a chainsaw to your eardrums but in the best way possible. What sticks with me here is how relentless it feels—it’s like being chased through a dark forest by something hungry. You can’t stop, and neither does the song. By the time the solo kicks in, you’re already gasping for air, but damn if it isn’t satisfying as hell. This track is basically why people get into death metal in the first place: pure aggression wrapped up in some killer musicianship.
Then there’s “Scattered,” which hits different but still crushes. If “Forever Hate” is all about brute force, this one leans more into chaos. The drumming is wild, like the drummer had two cups of coffee too many before recording. And the vocals? Good lord, they sound like someone gargling broken glass while screaming at the void. But weirdly enough, it works. There’s this breakdown halfway through that always gets me—it’s slow, heavy, and groovy as hell, like the band decided to take a quick breather before dragging you back into the mosh pit.
Now, I gotta admit, I haven’t listened to “Past Shadow” as much as the other tracks, but the whole vibe of the album keeps me coming back. It’s rough around the edges, sure, but that’s part of its charm. Back in ‘96, when production values weren’t exactly polished, bands like Dread made their mark by sheer intensity. And honestly? That rawness makes Forever Hate feel real in a way a lot of modern albums don’t.
So yeah, if you’re into death metal or just wanna hear something that’ll make your neighbors hate you, give this album a spin. Just don’t blame me if your cat runs away during “Scattered.” Weird thing though—listening to this record kinda makes me wanna start a mosh pit in my living room. Maybe I should clear out the furniture first…
