Lyrical cliches abound, but the tunes are solid, the guitarwork and solos are spot-on, and the addition of keyboards adds a new depth to the dark bar rock.
Female-fronted psychobilly. Dark guitarwork, the singer belts it out and lashes against fashion/trendy music, but it’s a bit too self-aware for my tastes.
Swedish doom, huge and looming, crystal production, sweet female vocals, and trudging guitars supporting the monster roar lamenting deep and sorrowful stuff.
Crom was Conan’s god. Conan had a big sword, and Crom, the band, has big grooves, lots of distortion, and screams and demon bellows from here ’til doomsday.
This Portland, ME band has style, chops, some studio trickery, and lots of heart. And heart can’t be taught or faked, you either got it or you don’t, and these fuckers got it.
Of the debut, I said ” Blends tightly-compressed Pantera groove’n’thunder with Halford screeching.” Cannibalised is pretty much the same, only heavier.
Don’t know how often I’d whip this out, but lots of these songs were sappy and dumb to start, so a mediocre Goth metal version of them is no better or worse.
U.S. reissue of the spelling-challenged band’s 2004 crusty gem. Swedish, bleak, metallic punk. Blasting and violent, with way more heads cracked than smiles.