It might be ok if, during any of the 12 songs, the guitars were in tune, the drums were on beat, or the singer was on pitch… ok, nevermind, it’s all bad.
Most folks know the monumental title track (the intro alone is classic), but there’re plenty of other worthwhile slabs of the band’s trademark grease-boogie.
They seem to share space with bands like Isis, who are more about creating tones and atmosphere ala Pink Floyd than writing verse-chorus-verse pop songs.
Nocturama generally follows the trends set on his last two albums (No More Shall We Part and The Boatman’s Call), in that they’re gentle and rich with nuance.
Meandering Hammond organ lines intersect violently with pissed-off, screaming rock god vocals and fat, downtuned guitar lines which jump into double-time.
The band’s first with quickly-drafted replacement vocalist Brian Johnson is by far the band’s most popular album, with total sales somewhere near 19 million.
Ah, good ol’ Kansas black metal… Facepaint and shrieks, frantic drumming, sawing guitars, and the necro-style switched up with a real Testament thrash groove.