I
don’t know if you realize this or not, but check your calendars:
6.6.06 is right around the corner. Yes, I realize there’s an extra 0
in there, but use your illusion, will ya? This has gotta be the greatest
year ever to be in a Satanic rock n’ roll band. I mean, this could be
THEE year, the one with the trumpets blaring and locusts descending
and the lake of fire, all that good shit. So, every longhaired Norwegian
nudnik worth his weight in bullet belts is toiling away in
brimstone-scented subterranean recording studios, desperately trying to
concoct the one and true demonic incantation to hasten the end of all
things. Tender young savages The Deviant are one of the first
such infernal bands out of the gate this year, stoking the fires and
black ambitions of the apocalyptic hordes with this outrageous debut
full-length. Aside from the witchy croak of singer Dolgor (ex
Gehenna/Forlorn), The Deviant sidestep the usual death metal blastorama
and black metal necronoise in favor of the dark majesty of early 80’s
Satanic thrash. As evidenced by monsters like creepy crawly “Venom
of Mankind” or the epic nihilism of “Perfect State of
Death”, The Deviant do early Slayer better than anybody these
days, maybe even better than Slayer. That all-engulfing wall of
gore-soaked guitars, the relentless pummel and whiplash rolls of the
drums, the wormy, concrete-cracking bass, the general aura of death,
doom, and disaster, it’s all here. Close your eyes and watch the
bludgeoning horror show open up right in front of your screaming brain.
Heavy? Oh, it’s the very definition, Jack.
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I
don’t know if you realize this or not, but check your calendars:
6.6.06 is right around the corner. Yes, I realize there’s an extra 0
in there, but use your illusion, will ya? This has gotta be the greatest
year ever to be in a Satanic rock n’ roll band. I mean, this could be
THEE year, the one with the trumpets blaring and locusts descending
and the lake of fire, all that good shit. So, every longhaired Norwegian
nudnik worth his weight in bullet belts is toiling away in
brimstone-scented subterranean recording studios, desperately trying to
concoct the one and true demonic incantation to hasten the end of all
things. Tender young savages The Deviant are one of the first
such infernal bands out of the gate this year, stoking the fires and
black ambitions of the apocalyptic hordes with this outrageous debut
full-length. Aside from the witchy croak of singer Dolgor (ex
Gehenna/Forlorn), The Deviant sidestep the usual death metal blastorama
and black metal necronoise in favor of the dark majesty of early 80’s
Satanic thrash. As evidenced by monsters like creepy crawly “Venom
of Mankind” or the epic nihilism of “Perfect State of
Death”, The Deviant do early Slayer better than anybody these
days, maybe even better than Slayer. That all-engulfing wall of
gore-soaked guitars, the relentless pummel and whiplash rolls of the
drums, the wormy, concrete-cracking bass, the general aura of death,
doom, and disaster, it’s all here. Close your eyes and watch the
bludgeoning horror show open up right in front of your screaming brain.
Heavy? Oh, it’s the very definition, Jack.