This Portland, ME band has style, chops, some studio trickery, and lots of heart. And heart can’t be taught or faked, you either got it or you don’t, and these fuckers got it.
Of the debut, I said ” Blends tightly-compressed Pantera groove’n’thunder with Halford screeching.” Cannibalised is pretty much the same, only heavier.
Don’t know how often I’d whip this out, but lots of these songs were sappy and dumb to start, so a mediocre Goth metal version of them is no better or worse.
U.S. reissue of the spelling-challenged band’s 2004 crusty gem. Swedish, bleak, metallic punk. Blasting and violent, with way more heads cracked than smiles.
At only 21, Zach Condon has managed to wield exotic foreign traits, and utilize them in proportionately written, wonderfully executed, heart-wrenching songs.
The Jesus Lizard was rhythmic, sweaty, loud, and sexual. Singer David Yow gyrates, howls, and flails, molesting the audience at every available opportunity.
Dekapitator have arguably created the second best old school thrash metal revivalist record. The first, of course, being Municipal Waste’s The Art of Partying.