Novembre – Ursa


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After an absence of nine years, Italian Doom/Death Gothsters Novembre return to active duty with new album URSA’(Peaceville). With drummer and co-founder Giuseppe Orlando deciding not to pursue his interest in the band any further, his brother Carmelo Orlando has stepped up to lead the way along with long-time member, guitarist Massimiliano Pagliuso, the line-up being completed by bassist Fabio Fraschini and drummer David Folchitto.

There’s a tendency with newly re-activated bands to play things nice and safe, returning straight away to a secure and comfortable place before moving onto newer things. And this, to all intents and purposes, is where we find Novembre in 2016.

Of course, returning to a safe space isn’t necessarily a bad thing. As a band, you want to reconnect with your fans as quickly as possible, and giving them something which feels new and shiny, but also comfortably familiar, is a perfectly reasonable way of doing this. Let’s face it. It’s a gamble either way. Some people would be more than content for an act to anchor themselves once more by revisiting past successes, while others could interpret the absence of forward momentum as a nervous band requiring a safety net, or just see it as a wasted opportunity.

As a result, ‘URSA’ could possibly fall into both camps, pleasing just as many people as it disappoints. The band head back to 2006’s ‘Materia’ (Peaceville) and 2007’s ‘The Blue’ (Peaceville) for inspiration, and as a result, the new record seems like a composite piece of those recordings, and could quite easily have been released between them.

‘URSA’s main problem is that, for all of the effort involved (and I must say, it is a good album with very good performances), everything seems a little too samey and repetitive. Also, Orlando’s clean vocals are quite nasal, and have a tendency to be delivered almost lazily, his enunciation often poor and listless. His harsh, more traditional Death Metal vocals are fairly impressive, but never really bite, his guttural growl appearing to be used more as an extra supporting instrument rather than a clear focal point.

Although downbeat and melancholic for the most part, there are moments of brightness among the bleak, grey clouds. Whether it’s by means of a chorus, a guitar solo, a bassline or drum pattern, each song possesses its own particular highlight. All too often though, they don’t last for more than a couple of minutes and you’re left with songs which sound great for a short space of time but tend to drag more often than they should.

This isn’t always the case though, and ‘Annoluce’, with its special guest appearance from Katatonia guitarist Anders Nyström, and the almost entirely instrumental ‘Agathae’ are superb. In fact, the songs which bookend those, ‘Oceans of Afternoons’ and ‘Bremen’ make up the best section of the album by far. A sense of pace and urgency is injected, and dare I say it, the rare upbeat moment which actually makes you smile. Elsewhere ‘Australis’ is a nice opener, and ‘Easter’ sounds like Ghost and Paradise Lost had a baby.

To be honest, there aren’t actually any bad songs on ‘URSA’ (the album taking its acronymous title from ‘Union des Républiques Socialistes Animales’, the original French translation for George Orwell‘s ‘Animal Farm‘). Everything is played exceptionally well, and the production is thick and rich, the bass guitar benefiting the most as it pulses through each track with a vibrancy the rest of the instruments don’t quite match over the long haul. It’s just that although the album has a handful of really good moments, none of them are that extra special flash of brilliance required to make the album truly stand out. After a while it feels like, although the songs are enjoyable enough, that they’re bleeding anonymously into each other, leaving you wondering if you haven’t actually heard it all before.

7.0/10

GARY ALCOCK

 


Rob Zombie – The Electric Warlock Acid Witch Satanic Orgy Celebration Dispenser


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Rather unsurprisingly, Rob Zombie records are much like Rob Zombie films. You either like them or you don’t. His films are nightmarish, brutal gore-soaked rides featuring masked or grease-painted trailer trash homicidal maniacs, old B-movie references (and actors), a marvelously excessive use of the word “motherfucker”, and of course, Sheri Moon Zombie. His albums are almost identical except possibly for more gasoline guzzling, psychoholic undead werewolf go-go dancers.

So, if you’re reading this review then there’s a good chance you already have more than a reasonable idea of what’s waiting for you even before you start listening. All you really want to do now is read about how fucked up it is and how much you’re going to like it.

The preposterously titled The Electric Warlock Acid Witch Satanic Orgy Celebration Dispenser (Zodiac Swan) begins with ‘The Last of the Demons Defeated’, a short intro featuring the voice of infamous occultist Aleister Crowley. The first proper song, ‘Satanic Cyanide! The Killer Rocks On!’, is a typically

bombastic assault, featuring quotes from leader of the Texas Cornerstone “Megachurch”, Pastor John Hagee (amusingly sped up so he sounds like some kind of loopy religious Minion) and author Steven Jacobson speaking about mind control.

‘The Life and Times of a Teenage Rock God’ begins slowly with keyboard effects acting like the soundtrack to a mad scientist’s laboratory, but soon hits you with a driving beat and an Alice Cooper vibe. As a bit of an unusual departure, RZ releases his inner Les Claypool with ‘Everybody’s Fucking in a UFO’. If you haven’t already heard it, just imagine ‘Winona’s Big Brown Beaver’ by Primus, but with a crunching riff, more profanity, and huge spurts of green alien jizz.

 

‘A Hearse That Overturns With the Coffin Bursting Open’ is a an acoustic interlude that lasts only a little longer than it takes to say the title. This is followed by ‘The Hideous Exhibitions of a Dedicated Gore Whore’ which includes a Vox organ and a creepy audio sample featuring Charles Manson family member Leslie Van Houten (taken from the same interview, incidentally, that White Zombie used for ‘Real Solution #9’).

‘Medication For the Melancholy’ is a fast and furious affair, the obligatory featured audio sample coming this time from Pam Grier blaxploitation flick, Coffy. ‘In The Age of the Consecrated Vampire We All Get High’ (come on, Rob. Really?) is a thunderously good signature Zombie tune that doesn’t sound a million miles away from long-time fan favourite, ‘Superbeast’, and ‘Super-Doom Hex-Gloom Part One’ is another instrumental interlude, but unfortunately doesn’t really do anything that interesting.

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Rob Zombie, by Melina D Photography

‘In The Bone Pile’ comes with bags of attitude and a surprisingly short title, while ‘Get Your Boots On! That’s The End of Rock and Roll” is absurdly catchy with its “Gabba Gabba Hey, Be-Bop-A-Lula” chorus, and album closer ‘Wurdalak’ is a slow, grinding, atmospheric tribute to Boris Karloff in the 1963 Mario Bava horror film “Black Sabbath”.

Zombie has referred to his new album (there’s no way I’m writing that title out again) as “seriously our heaviest most fucked up musical monster to date”, and although it’s clearly a beast, it’s not dramatically heavier than his last couple of releases. It’s also a relatively short album, coming in at only just over thirty minutes in length. But the truth is that it doesn’t have to be heavy as hell or longer than the average album to make an impression. Each song is a short, sharp jab of (sick) bubblegum Americana, a swift, strikingly confident punch in the face that knocks you down but makes you want to get straight back up to take more of its addictive abuse.

8.0/10

GARY ALCOCK

 

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Otep – Generation Doom


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Otep has a new album out titled Generation Doom (Napalm Records). As a longtime Otep fan, I’m always well chuffed when they release new music. Music of course being a derivative term as what Otep does is more art for the ears than anything. The first thing I noticed with Otep’s Generation Doom is that it’s heavy! Generation Doom is a heavy metal album. You can head bang and thrash about the living room whilst listening to this album. The album opens with the track ‘Zero’. It doesn’t take long before you are screaming the refrain “I don’t give a fuck!” along with lead singer Otep Shamaya. The guitars are just gobsmackingly amazing. The drumming is heavy and thumptastic.

‘Lords of War’ was one of the first singles released. It is political in nature without beating you over the head. Otep raps above some dark and heavy backing tracks. But again, you end up singing along with her by the chorus. Another song that tugs at your heart-strings is ‘In Cold Blood’. It’s angsty for all the right reasons. ‘Lie’ is another intensely personal song that breaks your heart. All the anger and frustration at having to deal with a love that lies to you is embedded in ‘Lie’. The song strips you bear and says everything you wish you could say. Otep Shamaya’s writing style on Generation Doom is a thing of beauty as she can articulate the feelings and concepts most of us stumble over. In addition, her vocals range from the haunting to the guttural and it’s her vocal range that make the songs on Generation Doom an epic album. For me, the best part of the album is that it’s sing-along-able. In direct opposition to Otep’s last album Hydra, Generation Doom is a musical album. By that I mean that it’s less art and more music in a traditional sense. Each song is a bitchin’ collection of lyrics and metal arrangements. Generation Doom will please strict metal fans and longtime Otep fans alike.

8.5/10

VICTORIA ANDERSON

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Graves at Sea – The Curse That Is


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The world of sludge/doom metal continues to impress as veterans, Graves at Sea, attempt to blow your mind with their first full length, The Curse That Is (Relapse Records). This album ensures that you feel nice and grimey by the end of the seventy-seven minute journey that is anything but a curse. By the end of said journey, your head will feel like a crushed soda can on the side of the road from the power of the fuzzy riffs.

The greatest part about The Curse That Is would have to be how each track is its own story yet nothing strays too far from the over feel of the record. With a short build up, Graves at Sea hits you with album title track ‘The Curse That Is’ to jump-start the album. The whole introduction is a nice sample plate of what kind of guitar leads you can expect but then drops down to a sluggish tempo. ‘Tempest’, although one of the shorter tracks, certainly feels like a storm of heavy riffs and thunderous drumming, destroying everything in its path. Crushing riff after riff, the onslaught does not stop for over seven minutes. As the storm passes, we witness the aftermath in ‘The Ashes Made Her Beautiful’. This fifteen minute epic slows down and pulls at your heartstrings through the first half of the song. A tad past the midpoint comes quite the build up which finally spills over to another heavy yet fuzzy passage of this story. The ending continues to grow on itself and spills into a final refrain of the chorus.

The Curse That Is turned out to be quite a listening adventure for me which I time and time again keep coming back to. From start to finish I did not feel like there were any weak spots as each track really brought its own characteristics to the table. As much as I did like the shrieking vocals on each track, I think just slightly altering this up on a track or two more would have scored a few more points with keeping every element on the record fresh. Having said that, I would not even call that a complaint and nor do I really have any with this release. Graves at Sea really knocked this one out of the park on their first go at a full length.

8.5/10

TIM LEDIN

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Surgical Meth Machine – S/T


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After the death of Ministry bandmate Mike Scaccia in 2012, the band’s frontman and former walking heroin and alcohol repository Al Jourgensen came to the decision that, after one last release, it was time he retired the Ministry name from active recording duty, keeping the band alive solely as a touring entity.

So, after the release of final studio album ‘From Beer To Eternity’ (AFM, 13th Planet), and with the aid of engineer Sam D’Ambruoso, work began on a brand new project. The eponymously titled début, Surgical Meth Machine’(Nuclear Blast) is the result, and anyone foolish enough to wonder if age or recent events might possibly have led to Uncle Al calming down or mellowing out is going to be in for quite a rude awakening.

Listening to Surgical Meth Machine is like having an aggressive, urine-soaked vagrant grabbing you by the collar and shrieking random shards of broken-toothed, spittle-flecked abuse into your face through cracked, vomit encrusted lips for forty horrifyingly disorienting minutes.

The ranting begins with ‘I’m Sensitive’, which, after a sarcastic opening monologue, bursts into life with all the actual sensitivity of a breeze block as Al screams ‘I DON’T FUCKING CARE!!’ at the top of his lungs. The jagged tirades continue with the Ministry-esque ‘Tragic Alert’ which climaxes with some stupidly fast electronic beats, and things continue in the same vein with ‘I Want More’ as the drum machine really starts to panic.

More bile is spewed as Jourgensen demands ‘Rich People Problems”, and although he clearly doesn’t need any help getting his feelings across, he enlists the help of an equally irritated Jello Biafra on ‘I Don’t Wanna’. “Blah blah blah blah blah!” barks Al on ‘Smash and Grab’ and by now, you really want him to leave you alone.

Things get seriously demented with the aptly titled ‘Unlistenable’ as the poor drum machine finally suffers a complete nervous breakdown and goes to sit in the corner and cry before the boisterous punk of ‘Gates of Steel’ bounces its way into the room like Andrew WK covering Black Flag‘s ‘TV Party’.

Things taper off sharply with ‘Spudnik’ and ‘Just Go Home’, all widdly guitars, drum machines and samples, but with all the impact of a rambling alcoholic losing his way halfway through a sentence. ‘I’m Invisible’ rounds things off. A very different, trippy, but strangely compelling track which sounds like a 3am drive with Timothy Leary and Hunter S Thompson.

With both feet still planted firmly in Ministry territory, Jourgensen shows no real interest in wanting to change or update his sound. If you enjoyed his particular brand of fast, obnoxious, Industrial noise before, then the chances are that this will float your boat just as much. If you want growth or innovation, then you’re probably going to be disappointed. But something tells me Uncle Al doesn’t give one single, solitary fuck about that.

7.0/10

GARY ALCOCK

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Metal Church – XI


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It’s news to no-one that vocalists play a huge part in the success or failure of most bands. But when singers leave for whatever reason, fans can be left divided in their loyalties. Depending on the reasons for the split, some will follow the singer to a solo career or new band, while others will stay and support the remaining members. Of course there are those who continue to listen to both, but for some reason they still tend to be somewhat of a rarity in Metal.

Metal Church are rather unusual in the fact that, since the release of their début album in 1984, they have had three singers and their fans seem to approve of all of them. Whenever changes have occurred within the camp, there has never appeared to be any ill feeling directed at either side from their fans. Singer and band alike have usually been treated pretty respectfully with every change. Sure, everyone has their favourite frontman, but it’s very rare that you hear anyone say, “Oh yeah, him. The shit one” about a singer from Metal Church.

David Wayne was behind the mic for much-lauded début ‘Metal Church’ (Elektra) and it’s follow-up ‘The Dark’ (Elektra) in 1986, but was replaced by former Heretic singer Mike Howe for third album ‘Blessing in Disguise’ (Elektra) in ’89. Howe stayed for two more albums before they disbanded in 1994.

Citing record sales and management issues as the reason for their break up, it’s probably fair to say that the artwork for 1993’s ‘Hanging in the Balance’ (Mercury) didn’t do them any favours either. In those dark days before the internet, without a sample track available at the click of a mouse, bands could live and die by something as superficial as an album cover. So when the band presented a bizarre, garish cartoon sleeve, depicting a virtually spherical female punk holding a pink umbrella and wearing a stainless steel bra with nipples like spearheads, it’s not surprising that a few eyebrows were raised and many wallets stayed firmly inside their pockets.

When the band reformed in 1998, David Wayne returned for the following year’s ‘Masterpeace’ (Nuclear Blast) but left them a second time shortly after, replaced by Ronny Munroe (unfortunately, Wayne died in 2005 at the age of 47). Munroe released four albums with the band before leaving in 2014, to be replaced by former frontman, Mike Howe.

So, it’s reunited with Howe (well, sort of, as there have been a few other line-up changes over the years) where we find the band now. Releasing their eleventh studio album, cunningly entitled ‘XI’ (Rat Pak Records), it sounds exactly how you’d hope a Metal Church album released in 2016 would sound. It sounds like Metal Church.

Right from aptly titled opener ‘Reset’ the riffs come at you thick and fast. Big meaty slabs of metal with more hooks than the final scene of Hellraiser. If you don’t find yourself banging your head along to the likes of ‘Killing Your Time’, ‘No Tomorrow’, ‘Suffer Fools’, and ‘Needle and Suture’, then Metal Church really aren’t the band for you. Each track sounds fresh and new, but also has a strong, positive sense of familiarity. New material which makes you feel like you’ve known it for years.

Howe’s voice is on top form, like he’s never been away, and longtime member, guitarist Kurdt Vanderhoof plays his heart out along with fellow guitarist Rick Van Zandt, while the rhythm section of drummer Jeff Plate and bass player Steve Unger drive the record along with urgency. Even during the album’s slower moments, you always feel like you’re heading somewhere good.

Offering no surprises and giving no apologies, ‘XI’ is exactly what it is and makes a more than worthy addition to the Metal Church catalogue. And all without the aid of stainless steel tits.

8.0/10

GARY ALCOCK

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Gadget – The Great Destroyer


 

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It might be ten years since Sweden’s Gadget vomited their brilliant last album The Funeral March (Relapse) all over our collective faces, but it’s safe to say that time has most definitely not mellowed them. Charging at you with all the subtlety of a lobotomised orangutan swinging a lead pipe, their third full length release The Great Destroyer (Relapse) lives entirely up to its name.

Not so much carefully combining elements of Hardcore, Grindcore, and Death Metal as mashing them together by stamping on them repeatedly until a fetid brown liquid begins oozing out from underneath, Gadget’s only intention is to get in, get out, and leave you feeling like you’ve gone twelve rounds with a runaway steamroller.

But it’s not just unrelenting speed they hit you with. Oh no, there are other types of lovely auditory pulverization to endure here as blastbeats and frantic, slashing riffs turn into mid-paced grooves and thundering breakdowns at the drop of a hat. And just when you think you’re getting a reprieve, in comes another whirlwind of attitude, led from the front by vocalist Emil Englund, his singing style a cross between a walrus having its throat ripped out and an exasperated geography teacher venting his rage at a class of disinterested teenagers. And if that isn’t enough for you, Napalm Death‘s Barney Greenway stops by to punch you in the face with a guest appearance on the thirty eight second ‘Violent Hours (For A Veiled Awakening)‘.

If you enjoy music which leaves you with a sore head, ringing ears, a big grin, and a string of drool hanging from the corner of your mouth, then The Great Destroyer is the album for you. Got Attention Deficit Disorder? No problem. The lengthiest track on here is the five and a half minute closer ‘I Don’t Need You – Dead and Gone’, while the others rattle in around the sixty second mark.

The production is dense and claustrophobic, but also clear enough to hear the individual skill from each musician. Guitarist Rikard Olsson may sound like his arm is about to come off at the shoulder and hit someone in the face but there’s control and definition amongst the blur of speed, and rhythm section William Blackmon (Drums) and Fredrik Nygren (Bass) make playing this fast seem almost effortless.

Listening to ‘The Great Destroyer’ is like having the Drill Instructor from Full Metal Jacket spitting abuse into your face for half an hour. It’s like having to watch a repeated loop of that part in American History X where Edward Norton tells that kid to bite the kerb and stamps on his head. It’s like trying to catch a cement mixer between your teeth, and it’s like watching an enraged gorilla hurl itself against the safety glass after beating its keeper to death with the bones of its former keeper.

Enjoy.

8.0/10

GARY ALCOCK

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Entombed A.D. – Dead Dawn


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The seemingly timeless Swedish death metal outfit, Entombed A.D. (yeah we still have to use the A.D. suffix), has returned with Dead Dawn (Century Media). The album has a fair balance of the faster, thrashy kind of death metal but also dabbles in the slower, doomier side as well. While I enjoy both sides of the spectrum, it is almost a best practice to have a variety of tempos across the handful of tracks that make the cut for an album anyways. Obviously there have been exceptions to that rule, but when an album comes out where all tracks are enjoyable and do not follow a single formula, you have a solid release.

At just over forty minutes, Dead Dawn had some fun tracks that I could see myself coming back to. ‘As the World Fell’ is one of the slower, heavy tracks on the album that is one of the standouts. On each repeat of the album, this song became an anticipated track to get to. The slow head bang that ensues as second nature whilst playing is a tell tale sign that I found one of my favorites. ‘Silent Assassin’ is from the other side of Entombed A.D., the fast and technical side. Most of the song has a nice d-beat feel to it that is sure to get your legs moving in a two-step formation, specifically to piss off your elitist friends. The beat does change up a bit and even hits that memorable Slayer-type beat on the bell of the ride cymbal (you know exactly which one I am talking about).

 

Overall I have been fairly happy listening to Dead Dawn. Instrumentally, the album is tight as can be and is for the most part, memorable. There are just times when I expected either a nice growl or maybe even a blood-curling scream, but Lars-Goran Petrov just does not have those dimensions to his vocal capabilities. I just feel there are times where someone with such vocal abilities (even if just a backing track) could really give the sound a bit more backbone. Either way, chalk this one up as another solid metal release for 2016, but nothing revolutionary.

 

6.0/10

TIM LEDIN

 

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Bombus – Repeat Until Death


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Formed in Gothenburg in 2008, and surely the only band who can claim to be purveyors of “Heavy Duty Bomboozle Bonanza” (their words, not mine), Bombus are all set to release their third album Repeat Until Death (Century Media) into unsuspecting ears. Their previous records, 2010’s self titled Bombus (Mourningwood Recordings) and The Poet and the Parrot (Century Media) from 2013 were both solid, if unspectacular, releases. Energetic and enthusiastic, but lacking that certain something special.

Although Repeat Until Death isn’t a massive leap forward, it’s one certainly big enough to show a significant improvement in the band’s style and songwriting. The slow and mid-paced songs don’t drag, and the faster ones don’t sound like they’re in a race to get to the finish line any more.

Opener ‘Eyes on the Price’ picks up where the previous album left off, with its Motorhead meets Rob Zombie riffs with a pinch of Iron Maiden thrown in for good measure. ‘Rust’ follows next, a punchy little number with a big Tool influence. ‘Deadweight’ continues the album’s fine start with its big drums, big guitars and big chorus. There’s a Mastodon vibe to the song which carries over into fourth track ‘Head of Flies’ but is soon replaced by a chanted mid-section and a guitar melody more than a little reminiscent of fellow Swedes, Ghost.

Virtually the polar opposite of its punky, sludgy counterpart from their debut album, ‘I Call You Over (Hairy Teeth Pt 2)’ begins with gentle keyboards and clean vocals and evolves into one of the strongest songs, not only on the album, but from the band overall. An excellent representation of how they’ve already progressed from their earlier days. The pace picks up again with the catchy and quite brilliant title track, but falters straight after with arguably the weakest cut on the album, ‘Shake Them For What They’re Worth’. But even then, not by any stretch of the imagination could that be called a bad song.

The Tool/Mastodon influences return on ‘You The Man’ which features some particularly strong work from bass player Ola Henriksson, and the album closes with the rather dark ‘Get Your Cuts’, which features a melody that sounds like it could have been taken from Fabio Frizzi‘s soundtrack to Zombie Flesh Eaters.

One of the first surprises of the year, Repeat Until Death is heavy, catchy and confident in its execution. The band’s influences are numerous and varied and the production is spot on. The guitars sound great, the drums are robust with some nice patterns, and the excellent shared vocals range from clean and smooth to the sound of Lemmy (RIP) clearing his throat.

8.0/10

GARY ALCOCK

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Anthrax – For All Kings


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In 2016, for the first time since the eighties, New York thrashers Anthrax find themselves with a genuine burden of expectancy being placed upon their shoulders. Not since John Bush joined in 1992 have the eyes of so many been fixed on the band.

The reason for this is all thanks to 2011’s Worship Music (Megaforce, Nuclear Blast). After the rather colourless Stomp 442 (Elektra/Warner) and its largely forgettable follow-up Volume 8 – The Threat is Real (Ignition), the band released the perennially underrated We’ve Come for You All (Sanctuary/Nuclear Blast). Although clearly superior to their previous couple of outings, its reception was still mixed and far from anything they had enjoyed during the 80s and the turn of the 90s.

However, when Worship Music landed, all that changed. Although possibly helped by a combination of expectancy levels being at an all time low due to more publicized unrest and personnel changes within the camp, as well as there being a gap of eight years between records, the 2011 “comeback” album helped itself no end by simply being one of the strongest records the band had released to date. All of a sudden, the messy upheavals and well documented hirings and firings were forgotten as fans were treated to one of the best Metal albums of the year. Worship Music was a roaring success.

So, having firmly re-established themselves with a critically lauded new album and almost constant touring, the band’s next trick had to be how to maintain that momentum from inside the studio again. A pretty mammoth task they just about succeed in achieving with latest album For All Kings (Megaforce).

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Anthrax, photo credit Jimmy Hubbard

After a restrained drum and cello introduction, a typically Anthrax riff takes over and opener ‘You Gotta Believe’ begins properly, hammering away at you until you can catch your breath during its quiet middle section, before it builds back up to a suitably big finish. I’m afraid that by the time vocalist Joey Belladonna belts out “your golden halo is burned and melted” during ‘Monster at the End’ it’s already all over for you as the chorus digs its claws in, almost physically forcing you to sing along, regardless of where you are and how many strange looks you may attract.

Initially led by Belladonna, the title track is simply a monster, with drummer Charlie Benante quickly taking centre stage, owning the song completely with one of his most confident performances in recent years. ‘Breathing Lightning’ and ‘Suzerain’ are big songs with big choruses, and the thrashy as hell ‘Evil Twin’ is as close to old school Anthrax as you could possibly wish for. ‘Blood Eagle Wings’ is a lengthy, but worthwhile eight minutes, and ‘Defend Avenge’ has an opening riff reminiscent of ‘Among the Living’ but is also the album’s first throwaway track, although it does contain a quality guitar solo and improves as it goes along. ‘All Of Them Thieves’ is another (slight) disappointment, but again features another great solo from new boy Jon Donais (Shadows Fall) and gets better towards the end.

Bassist Frank Bello takes control of the intro to ‘This Battle Chose Us’, an improvement on the previous two tracks, and proceedings are brought to an impressive close with a short, sharp burst from the satisfyingly speedy ‘Zero Tolerance’.

A couple of wobbles during the second half aside, ‘For All Kings’ is every bit the worthy successor to Worship Music, although there could be a question as to how much material (if indeed any) was salvaged from the studio at the end of those previous sessions, such are the distinct similarities between the two records in places.

Mainman Scott Ian might come in for a lot of (mostly anonymous, and online) flak when it comes to decisions within the band (his band to be fair), but whatever missteps he may or may not have made in the past, he’s certainly helped make sure the band have a firm footing both for now and a few years to come.

8.0/10

GARY ALCOCK

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