Add them to the short list with Most Precious Blood, If Hope Dies, Unearth, Diecast and a few other hardcore bands who are now worth listening to, finally.
Children of Bodom played to perfection, shrieking Cradle of Filth played to a (Manowar) tee. All the Viking lore played for your giggling, ironic amusement.
Built on a mound of rubble, a synergy of brawn and brut, all with the sting of a large vodka and soda, the precious metal(s) that they are, and totally rawk.
The bio sez “death, taxes, and Motörhead,” and that’s about right. I dread yet another Motörhead release like I do tax season, but it’s never as bad as I think.
Britain’s loudest three-piece has never been filmed with such clean sound. The bonus disc is festooned with interesting interviews and hilarious roadie stories.
Sarah Jezebel Deva has sung for Cradle of Filth, Therion, and others. She’d give the Evanescence chick a run for her diva status, but she’s, well, a chunky one.
While its predecessor satisfied the fans’ hunger for their returning heroes, on this new endeavor, Suffocation no longer need rely on their past for accolades.
Comparable, in its way, to Voivod and Atheist. Technically speaking, most is awe-inspiring, but once it’s is over, besides a migraine, there’s not much left.