by Martin Popoff
Strapping Young Lad - No Sleep 'Till Bedtime
It kind of makes sense in the top-turved world of sonic madman Devin
Townsend that a live record would emerge two records deep into a critically
acclaimed, masochistically enthused recording career. Recorded live
in Australia in '97, No Sleep 'Till Bedtime (Devin's
third parody title) features one new track, Far Beyond Metal (Devin's
fourth parody title), a kickin' appropriately Pantera-esque homage
to metal and the cheesy voices that come with announcing it,
plus a couple of bonus cranials, previously available only in Japan.
All three newies roar with Devin's unique deafening and cynical
laugh-factor, and the others are simply the catchiest tunes from the
two studio albums. The ears may bleed, but one should always accept
encounters with greatness when possible. Oh yeah, and thankfully it
don't sound all that live.
Blitzkrieg - The Mists Of Avalon
More like it (I sez waveringly), Brian Lurch, I mean Ross, getting
it together with mid-years axeman Glenn Howes to re-create those Blitzkrieg
vibes you either found hallowed or just kinda OK. But even if you
were of the non-plussed camp, these murky retro-tunes might just convey
and convince, The Mists Of Avalon sounding like a true NWOBHM record,
maybe even like an old classic, slight cheese factor and all, sorta
like debut-era Maiden with more ideas, but not as many good ones as
Killers. Churning, chugging, turgid, grey, rainy British metal with
a sort of urgent, floundered passion, especially come ballad time,
where Ross' arresting, underground vocals really cause a chill.
Samael - Exodus
Another tempter/taster from this most elegant of Swiss atmospherics,
Exodus is a 29 minute grab-bag of new tracks (three of them) and remakes
(four of them). All coalesce into Vorph and Xy's unified vision,
to create a no man's land between death, black, goth and industrial
with the smooth drinkability of classic metal. Production is exquisite,
and the drum programming highly imaginative, both disciplines combining
to create a hard, sharp bed over which to place the band's saddening
and intoxicating compositions. The new record should rule. As usual.
Morgana Lefay - Fata Morgana
The prolific (for better or worse) Morgana Lefay just keep getting
more dramatic and interesting, ironically by toning down the dressing
up, and heavying up their grooves. This latest finds the band power-riff
headbanging like an uptight, behaved Nevermore, sorta like Iced Earth
from icy Sweden. Fans of '80s metal should be suitably impressed,
Morgana really making their play away from prog into power metal realms.
Sweet Savage - Rune
Now we get to hear the real thing, unsaddled by a history pretty much
all about Dio and Leppard guitarist Vivian Campbell. And what we get
is a strong selection of songs fraught with strange stabs at modernity
(l'il bits of techno beats, funk and grunge), and Ray Haller's
still somewhat tone-dead, tuff-man vocals, which when performing to
satisfaction, remind one of John Bush. 19-year-old axe whiz Simon
McBride is the real gem though, McBride writing in a classic rock
context despite his age, thrilling with his solos and eliciting knowing
smiles with his unshowy infectious riffs. A great mix helps his cause,
turning this Scottish trio all beefy and universally about 30 years
of metal (well, mainly the middle 15). Sturdy, solid, almost Sykesy
barroom metal.
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