The quartet ups the anger ante, adding a handful of honest to god blastbeats to the repertoire in an effort to liven things up. For the most part, it works.
Part Heart power ballad, part Mötley Crüe “Kickstart my Heart” wild-eyed shot-pounder. If you thought stripper rock was dead, you haven’t been paying attention.
Not as he-man thrash as Alien or SYL, more of a rule-breaker, which is what made City such a proud (and arguably unlistenable) creative moment in the extreme.
A raw brand of metal butchery. The band couples Eyehategod’s urgent brutality with intricate, catchy guitars, especially on “Bastard Son” and “Throne of Lies.”
If you like your Blind Guardian-esque metal without the swooping highs and lows and feats of derring-do, then look to the cheeky audacity of Savage Circus.
Given his Dimmu-ship as well as a multitude of Old Man’s Children, somehow the reticent black star rising finds time to boil and toil another swirling brew.
A new level of maturity. There’s a cohesion here, a rounding of the sharp prog edges into a massive and moving, mostly mid-paced and slow-end-of-fast thrash.