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Blah Blah Blah. I have heard this record dozens and dozens of times, as I’m sure most people reading this have too. If it wasn’t bad enough that Texas’ Prophecy is so painfully unoriginal, but they also have the “gore thang” going on, not that that automatically makes a band silly and lame. The only reason I say this is because bands playing this done-to-death, assembly line manufactured brand of brutal death metal are a dime a dozen. I never consider cover art and lyrics when judging an album, but it’d be nice if these bands at least tried to carve out some kind of an identity for themselves rather than churning out generic death metal album #97832 or whatever.

It’s not a bad sounding record by any means. The production is excellent and the material is played rather well for a band that has been plagued by line-up changes and whose last full-length album was released in 1998. I respect the effort that Prophecy has put into their work but a band like this is so hard to listen when you end up “getting the idea” after a few minutes and really have no need to listen further, unless you’re a die-hard fan of the style. Guttural frog vocals, blast-beats and heavier than hell riffs make Our Domain one-dimensionally pleasing, but once the surprisingly long length of the album runs down you can’t help but feel dissatisfied with that 50 minutes you’ll never get back. I noticed that the closing track was actually 10 minutes in length and thought I might be in for a saving face act by hearing the band pull off some kind of an epic, or just something to give this album a bit of meaning. Oh how wrong I was. Appropriately titled The Shit, it consists of about two minutes of the expected nonsense, followed by recordings of drunk talk and phone calls regarding the booking of shows and black men’s private parts, among other things..

The only plus of owning this album is the cool poster that the cover folds out to. Other than that, this is a complete waste of time.