Vader – Black to the Blind – Review

Vader

Black to the Blind (Pavement)
by Martin Popoff

Main distinguishing factor to these grey, sawed-off death metal purveyors is their origin in the eastern bloc, Olsztyn, Poland to be exact, Vader crashing about for six long years before seeing Western release with The Ultimate Incantation on Earache in ’92. Three records later and Vader have soaked up like so much bile, the work of all those New York and Florida technical deathsters, ingesting this particularly American form and learning it well. Lyrical, Vader are a cut above, poetically displaying the dark side of many world traditions, preceding each well-spun tale with a few quotes and explanatory notes and then jackhammering the point home under mountains of speed, dive-bomber solos, and rhythmic acrobatics. Top it off with a cogent, muscular mix and personable almost-Unleashed-like barks from lead throat Peter, and Vader emerges as a package worth patronizing.
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