The album I thought they’d never make: Not self-righteous, not self-glorifying, not watered-down, but the successor to Agnostic Front’s classic One Voice.
No real surprises here. If yer into King’s kooky/campy freakshow of falsetto, here’s almost an hour’s worth of riffs and screeching to add to yer collection.
A throbbing, updated roll rooted in the ’68-’72 germination of the heavy gunk that wasn’t progressive or fusion-oriented. Heavy, bluesy, hard rock-based doom.
Riffs Entombed’d pass on cuz they’re too dull, monotone hardcore vocals sprinkled with death roar, and general bash’n’smash that is uninspired and predictable.
Vader is molten lava, boiling over with intensity, passion, and brutality. Meaty grind with no gore lyrics, third-rate computer artwork, or saturated growls.