The VIIth Coming is full of heavy guitar riffs sure to satisfy the doom punters, but I don’t remember the earlier stuff being quite this, well, groovy.
I can’t believe how annoyed I am with Sheavy’s crippling debt to Black Sabbath, especially Steve Hennessey’s uncommon vocal similarity to Ozzy Osbourne.
The tempos are generally on the slow side, the emotional tone one of contemplation. There’s none of the screaming that passes for emotion in modern rock music.
Nine blows to the head that up the intensity of the already crazed studio performances, driving everything faster until you feel as blurred as the cover.
A new collection of previously unreleased performances, contains different (in most cases, inferior) performances of five songs that also appear on Live Album.
Sped-up AC/DC-ish punkers with lotsa dueling Les Pauls and shouted background vocals. They haven’t written their “Ace of Spades” or “Whole Lotta Rosie” yet.