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You
have to be really blind or stupid, not to say prejudice, to place this
album in the Soul/Funk/Disco-section in a record store, but apparently
this has happened on a few occasions I've been told. If some numbbrained
fan of said crap actually bought the record on those premises the story
doesn't tell, but if it ever happened I'd give an arm for getting to see
the look on the musically impaired retard's face when the first monstrous
chords of "Night of the living death" hit his greasy head, not
to mention what the opening lines by vocalist GOD Siki Spacek would
do to the poor soul. "OK ALL YOU HEADBANGERS OUT THERE, LET'S
SEE YOU GET ABOVE YOUR SEATS! LOCK YOUR DOORS AND KEEP YOUR PARENTS OUT
AND TURN YOUR MUSIC UP LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUD!!!!". There
should be a law that every Metal album released have to open with
those words. No doubt would it prevent disasters like Stratovarius or
Rhapsody from ever happening. Let's ignore the fact that they were the
heaviest all-African-American band ever and just state the fact that this
album could easily rate as one of the heaviest US Metal albums ever. The
2 main factors: Fuckin' stompin' godzilla-heavy guitars and the
meanest, most freaked-out and intense vocals in Metal history. Spacek
is the fucking James Brown of Metal! (yeah, that's a good review). No-one
could spew forth the "yeah!"s and "c'mon!"s like this
guy could. Think Halford, Gene Simmons and Cronos rolled into one and
you're half way there. This guy had a "death-grunt" that made Tom Warrior
sound like Tori Amos on valium and I hope he made a career in sales, religion
or politics after this, coz this is clearly a Man With A MISSION! |
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