If you always loved Priest, but thought their production lacked the over-the-topness available to hacks with half the songwriting talent, here’s Primal Fear.
Whoracle speeds through desolate landscapes, stops at a rest area and cavorts in the bushes, then jams the high-octane metal monster back into overdrive again.
A greatest hits record, only more along the lines of “Say, Peter, give us what you’ve got, regardless of style, and we’ll call it the last Hypocrisy record.”
The next step in the evolution of heavy music, surpassing Pantera and Fear Factory on their own terms, then rewriting the rulebook on dethroning metal godz.
The production is ripping, all the manic shredding elements are there, as is the token melodic guitar contrast, but it’s just not especially engaging to me.