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Entombed |
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off, I just want to say that slipcovers are for volumes of French poetry,
not for dirty-ass rock n’ roll records. This two-cd set is ensconced in a
faux-black leather slipcover that’s a nightmare to open, and is now in
several wadded-up pieces on the Sleaze HQ office floor, where it
belongs, with the trash, and the French poetry. But I digress. “Inferno”
was released in Europe a year or so ago, but apparently Yank death n’
rollers weren’t READY for this one ‘til now. To make it up to the
Entombed-jonesing Amer-rockers, there’s a whole ‘bonus’ disc here,
“Averno”. It’s got two videos, “Retaliation” (a song
also on “Inferno”) and the awesomely titled “Albino Flogged in
Black”. The only videos I like to watch have facials and/or
donkey-punching, so I skipped this portion of tonight’s entertainment. But
according to the 17 dozen badly written reviews of them on various
slavering Metal webzines, they are both “professionally shot” and “Totally
freaking cool!!!”, so there ya go. You get the ‘video edit’ versh of both
of these songs too, which is kinda funny, and there’s also three
Inferno session tracks – the blistering “When Humanity’s Gone”,
which was previously a vinyl-only track, and two head-crushing out-takes,
the pleasantly titled “There are Horrors of 1,000 Nightmares”, and
the utterly bitchin’ blood n’ blooze-fest “Random Guitar”. So
that’s the free stuff. Slurp it up, wolverine. As for the new record, “Inferno”, it is a total motherfucker. The raw sludge and death metal battering of Entombed’s last album, 2002’s “Morningstar”, has been mostly abandoned here, for a more sinister sleaze-doom hellrock assault. Sure, they still play death n’ roll, but now there’s more Roll than ever, and “Inferno” just sounds like one long, dark night with the most bad ass, Satanic biker gang this side of route 666. Speaking of which, the highlight of this album has gotta be “That’s When I Became a Satanist”, a bass-driven brawler that sounds like a pissed-off serial killer being interrogated by Venom. You can practically smell the brimstone rising off of it. The old skull demonic speed metal of “Skeleton of Steel” and the Discharge-meets-Motorhead meathammer riff-off of “Young and Dead” are pretty goddamn fierce as well. Matter of fact, aside from a brief acoustic interlude (some kinda Satanic sherbet to cleanse yr blistered palette, perhaps?), the whole album is like a jaw-shattering punch in the face with Lemmy’s Iron Fist. And that sounds pretty cool, right? Right. Hey, you were probably going to kill somebody in the name of Satan anyway. Better get a copy of this so you’ll have something to blame it on. ____________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |