On the album's fifteen year anniversary, it's hard to believe that it came out so long ago. Still their best, this debut is packed with hits and there's nary a dud here. Aside from the singles, the rest of the songs still bleed with urgency and burst with color, a thrill that they haven't been able to recapture after all these years. Worth a revisit just to remember they're more than "Mr. Brightside."
Disincarnate's only album was ostensibly the much anticipated solo showcase for journeyman guitarist James Murphy, whose personal legend had been built, almost entirely, upon a series of brief but highly praised cameos with influential bands Obituary, Death, and Cancer. As much as his capabilities as a principal songwriter and bandleader, Dreams became a living document of instrumental overindulgence gone ape, having been released near the zenith of the Floridian death metal scene's technical-cerebral maturity.