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Monday, August 31, 2015

Iron Maiden - The Book of Souls review

Year : 2015
Genre : Power Metal, Heavy Metal
Label : Sanctuary Copyrights/BMG
Origin : United Kingdom
Rating : 9.99 / 10

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There is a huge amount of lore available already on how the practical and creative processes have been shaped and formed that finally brought this release into the position of being able to collide with some precious sunlight in your immediate area.

It is known that the band members have employed a slightly different creative strategy than they usually tend to rely on. Now they came to the studio - the studio in which they recorded "Brave New World", as well - with competent grasps on the musical building blocks that the outlines of the song ideas seemed to be demanding, but they did not spend excessive amounts of time chiseling out and perfecting microscopic details, instead remained intent at keeping the spirit and Eddie unleashed throughout the recording sessions - what could go wrong?

As result of this new found approach, and, given the experience the members have under their belt with live playing, the production characteristics of the disk are quite close to a live recording. It indeed reflects-, and even cherishes the miniscule amounts - and not more - of mathematical inconsistencies that the music is not just ready-, but even is happy to tolerate on the surface of this style of playfully heated, adventurous, oftentimes escapist tell-a-tale rhetorics, because the meaning behind a chunk or a sequence does not have to suffer any type of relevant harm as result of being "just" approximated with superb organic skills that are driven in real time, and not by unmistakably precise calculations. Read on to know more.

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Wednesday, January 8, 2014

VITNE - Neon review

Year : 2013
Genre : Glam Metal
Origin : Norway / United States
Official site : > - here - <

VITNE is a solo artist with considerable experience under his belt both as a frontman of the Norwegian hair metal act "SEKS", and as an enthusiastic popculture-aspirant who is admittedly fascinated by the mere idea behind the aesthetics of American glam. He does not want Dave Mustaine's take on it, see "History of Metal" on YouTube, I'd link you in, but there are multiple episodes, and the Glam Gods demand you watch all of them.

The sub-genre surely is on the rise again courtesy of such acts as the masterfully produced, performed and marketed Steel Panther, taking the fray up to the point of full fledged verbal tit metal. This release is more orthodox and vintage in its ambitions, and this commitment is reflected on the reviewed disc with hefty organic air-pumping iron fist pink panties power, - this is the way it is done proper, if you wonder - and the spin definitely is in a legitimate position to claim optimum similarity level with the pinnacle of the softer side of the genre, as glam metal secretly always stood for promising and delivering spandex pleasantries for neighboring chicks who were excited enough by the binge atmospherics to ravage a night or two through with careful spiritual guidance accessible 24/7. Read on to know more about the disc.

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Thursday, June 13, 2013

Meroe - Suite 524 review

Year : 2013
Genre : Hard Rock with a Power Metal overtone
Label : Independent
Origin : Germany
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Though this Munich based ensemble strictly refers to itself as hard rock, the veteran formation clearly has a keen and eloquent affection towards Iron Maidenesque power metal, even the ever-present tendency of vibrant/colorful instrumental passages that characterize the prestigious Brits, are equally ubiquitous throughout this Steel Balls of Eloquent Heft Straight Out-delivery.

The name of the primordial game is melody driven iron-smithing orchestrated to pretty much perfectly realized-, massively guitar centered production values. The sound is simultaneously beefy, yet skillfully restrained in its naturally rampant and whimsical volumetrics. Track number 5, "I am", gives you great opportunity to immerse in the naked sound - yesyespleaseplease - which doubtless radiates that famous German precision. This type/variant of uncompromisingly high standard is maintained on the spin with an iron fist, and now it really is the matter of the quality of the content itself, which necessarily draws and delivers the true identity of this outing. Read on to know more about it.

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Sunday, January 13, 2013

Ivan Mihaljevic & Side Effects - Counterclockwise review

Year : 2013
Genre : Progressive Rock with a Power Metal/Folk Metal tint
Label : Zetafactory
Origin : Croatia
Official site : > - here - <

Ivan Mihaljevic & Side Effects is a Croatian act with a pronounced progressive leaning that finds playful and straightforward efficiency at conveying an Iron Maidenesque modal disposition throughout the richly structured, yet elegantly simplistic tracks the album is a healthy dosage of.

The formation shows considerable and admirable level of ripeness in the compositional department : the songs come dressed up in full sonic musculature and their respective blueprints are very easy to spot and appreciate. It really is boiling down to personal tastes and how much of a prisoner your are of you very own tastes, but, if you are into meticulously realized straight-to-the-pathos progressive metal, then these Croatians doubtless demand your attention and you must give it to them lest you want to be missing out on something finely and soulfully realized. Arm your Bard and read on to know more about this.

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Thursday, June 21, 2012

Manowar - The Lord Of Steel review

Year : 2012
Genre : Power Metal
Label : Magic Circle Records
Origin : United States
Rating : 7.0 / 10

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Manowar's The Lord Of Steel for the most part features decently constructed Dungeons & Dragons heavy metal music that shows admirable faithfulness towards the deliberately and free spiritedly cheesy extremes of the testosterone power metal genre. If you are looking for a release that puts an extra layer of hair on your chest and reigns compatible with your carefully crafted live fantasy outfit, then you need not to look further, nor you will need to pull out the time machine out of the barn. The spin has only a little amount of quasi-deviations offered in its fabric, and even those represent a lyrical shift only, remaining on massively power metal tenure from a musical point of view. More on these tame deviations later on. Now, please continue reading if you are intent about knowing this solid, honest, enjoyable-, yet relatively unbalanced power metal cheesefest statement.

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Friday, May 4, 2012

Dragonforce - The Power Within review

Year : 2012
Genre : Extreme Powercheesemetal
Label : Essential Music (UK)
           Roadrunner Records (US)
           3Wise (Australia)
           JVC Victor (Japan)
           TriOptimum Corporation (Intergalactic)

Origin : United Kingdom
Rating : 8.0 / 10

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Dragonforce's The Power Within is the shameless-, unconditional and utter embracement of power metal cheesefest galore, however done with such religious diligence that said gesture demands more respect than any mockery. I dare say that this particular release emerges and defines a new genre, that which I, as miserable latex gimp music critic, - look, this is the third time I link Latex Gimp Retro Ultra Fusion Power today, bitches - deem the very first

Extreme Powercheese Metal

release of this particular Universe. I realize that I might be vastly wrong about this notion, and there indeed might be other installments of similar character already available to the public, but I personally never heard one so far, so I'm taking a bit of a risk herein. In case my (related) deficits are obvious to you, then please leave a comment of the essential releases of similar traits, so consensual awareness can develop further on by your gesture. The behavior of this LP is so clear as a dragon-crystal - \m/ metal heeeeeeeart! \m/ - and you will need to read on to know more about it. Guys, let's talk about the music.

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Monday, March 26, 2012

Pharaoh - Bury the Light review

Year : 2012
Genre : Power Metal Progressive Metal
Label : Cruz Del Sur Music
Origin : United States
Rating : 9.2 / 10

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Pharaoh takes its power metal so lethally AND progressively serious that the inherent will is sufficient to enslave the respective spirits of both elegant subgenres, which is not something you frequently witness from the majority of peers, as other-, orthodox power metal ensembles tend to remain occupied revealing unrelenting pathos on the tail of a fight related chorus. This prestigious American enterprise feeds from the power metal fields that are not necessarily available for the risk-freely eloquent, not without creating the character of this music using more flamboyant ingredients than "just" the primer-, super-orthodox components of power metal. A key thing that differentiates this delivery from a - with a term dressed in a hint of spite - generic power metal, is that there is nothing generic about it at all. Pharaoh's Bury the Light LP is power metal from the bottom of the meeeeeeetal heeeeeeart, - rubber heart WTF?? - showing no character similarities to your average live fantasy soundtrack of cheesefest unlimited. Read on to find out more about this exquisite full value spin.

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Thursday, February 9, 2012

White Wizzard - Flying Tigers review

Year : 2011
Genre : Power Metal
Label : Earache Records
Origin : United States
Rating : 6.0 / 10

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White Wizzard brings your skirted Puma shoe power metal fix via ambivalent methodologies and related successes. There are no secrets-, nor any intent to conceal the lack of those - WTF?! - that the members of the band are Iron Maiden fanatics, and the music on their latest output indeed is 59 minutes of diligent worship performed for the sole rapture of the Iron Maiden song structure and its musical narrative. The singer has a convincing siren-throat, too.

What strikes you as something of promising qualities right away, is the "feel" of the product itself. The record-, as a commercial commodity, comes to you in slick, beautiful presentation, and you are quick to find yourself in the utterly/terribly unfortunate position of WANTING this LP to be so much more consistent in quality than it actually - sigh - is, most of the time. Unfortunately there is not too much reasons to add a "most of the time" into this sentence, either. Read on to find out more about this Iron Maiden fanband release.


Musically, White Wizzard serves you finely produced-, decent power metal in its TOP form, but, it shows a reoccurring misplaced satisfaction in harassing your awareness with perplexedly shallow instrumental content, as well. First and foremost, the record is about 25 minutes longer than it probably could have brought a respectable prime for with, and it is something to say about a 60 minutes declaration. During this terribly long abuse session of much less efficient segments than the release can claim as peak moments, you will hear musical "ideas" that are originating from a stale, cheap and rudimentary approach towards riff-, and songcraft.

Here is my grim suspicion : a huge chunk of this record is not made out of a desire to attempt to realize the music actually HEARD inside by its creators. These segments, instead, came into existence as the unnatural expression of an industrialist's self-proclaimed moral obligation to deliver his heaVVVy!! fucking. metLLL!! time to time. "OK, guys, here we are in the studio, here are the beer barrels, guys, now let's make some Iron Maiden metal music, we know how it is done after all, right guys? Right?" Oh really. What makes Iron Maiden's music efficient, in my opinion, is the emotion and the "mere" sonic rendition of the emotion, which ultimately it is all about. Emotion is something you can't substitute with anything else. If you have no idea or thought behind the emotion, or, God forbid, have no emotion at all, then, guess what : it will show.

As result of this, White Wizzard's Flying Tiger LP is oftentimes found repeating coarse-ass, sweaty, tired power metal riffs Iron Maiden would not embarrass itself to shit out. The band is doing this abuse "fueled" by a desperate attempt to summon a sear promise of legitimacy to their more enervated riffs and pseudo-ideas, and the album has a robust share of those, in my opinion. Success in the pursuit of legit power metal is less frequent - though doubtless present - of an entity to greet than relative failure is throughout the Flying Tigers record. Titling an album like this after Iron Maiden's Aces High is like forming a band Tigera, too.

The music is never "bad" on this release. When flatting out, it is just uninspired, and shows no cunning to realize it. 25-30 minutes of this 60 minutes just do not make the Geiger counter grouchy, you know? It does not make the fucking thing beep at ALL, in fact. That is the key factor, in my opinion. The album, though sports a rather legit early portion, steadily prevents itself from emerging as instant recommendation as results of its lack of capacity to spot-, rebel against-, and omit its portions of uninspired power metal platitude harassment. This is easily one of the best mediocre releases of 2011, yet it without doubt exhibits a modest set of memorable moments worth to revisit.

Rating : 6.0 / 10

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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Primal Fear - Unbreakable review

Year : 2012
Genre : Power Metal
Label : Frontiers Records
Origin : Germany
Rating : 8.0 / 10

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Primal Fear's Unbreakable is your perfect way to open up a new year in skirted Puma sport shoes. The Photoshop covert art has a tremendous 1992 Amiga computer game vibe somewhat, at least in my mind. Unbreakable is fueled by oldschool enthusiasm rampant-unalloyed at the start line, as these German vets bring a good amount of quality power stimuli on a record that shows only minor irregularities in the OH!, so important department of ruthless cheesefestation Camambert efficiency.

Following a budget Casio orchestra epic - synonym : pinball machine soundtrack - intro, unbreakable starts out with definite highlight delivery "Strike", in which a hilarious sense of a blend of proper Megadeth and hefty Iron Maiden is unleashed on your receivers, and this attitude is maintained intact in the consecutive track, "Give 'Em Hell". From then on, the record has a mixture of decent tracks, a couple of - not more of - fillers, and you really need to look with intent eyes to sport a definite yawner, fortunately. And, according to my experience, if you are looking for boredom with intent eyes, then there isn't any. Read on to find out more about this fun power metal release.


The Unbreakable LP has a high expectation level it demands from itself, and, courtesy of a galore of quality paua metal parts to soak your ears into, the release, for the most part, satisfies those expectations in - sorry about "teh" following - quite satisfactory fashion. The exclusive moments of less integrity I perceive in the fabric of this baby always punishes through the sinister means of the the goodol' communist marching song vibe, but, the band almost sounds to notice how embarrassing the feeling in question can get at times, and they are hasty to wrap that feel up prior its dominance.

The delivery shows a multitude of well cultivated primordial behaviors, as it does and delivers every method and mood you ever wanted a power metal album to immerse you in : it rumbles with that pink latex thing, violating consensus with the concealed retina-silhouette of the highly power metallic evident testicle, and, when it chooses to put a leash on speed, its mid-tempo contributions, along with a set of larger than life power metal ballads, work quite well, too. Personally, I think power metal ballads are sucking out female zombie eyeballs and won't relent doing that, but, if your opinion differs greatly, then please share your top five power metal ballads in the comment section to the reading pleasure of the other visitors and yours, truly.

If you are a power metal fanatic-, OR enthusiast, then it is very unlikely that you will have any problem at all listening to this release, as it has absolutely ripe melodic moments while it respects /worships the unwritten rules of power metal compositional techniques. The less muscular tracks are still good enough to give your very best puzzled look to. When compared to the other pieces on the release, the track "Bad Guys Wear Black" is a pretty terrible song in my opinion, and probably the worst on the entire release. The next one, "And There Was Silence", has terribly mannered singing in the verse. If you can endure these moments, - which is not as hard as French kissing a cobra - then the release is pure gold for you. Enthusiastic, exigent, tame-but-diligent power metal that finds an Iron Maiden banging her head, and that says something.

Rating : 8.0 / 10

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Monday, December 12, 2011

Riot - Immortal Soul review

Year : 2011
Genre : Power Metal with a Thrash temper
Label : SPV Records
Origin : United States
Rating : 9.0 / 10

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Now you and I need to put on our Shrek-cat faces, because Riot has been playing metal longer than you and I have the capacity to remember back to, claiming notoriety with the tremendous speedheft they enriched the pantheon of power chord fixated headbanging with. One look at the cover art of 1988's Thundersteel by Riot makes one sure that these musicians are serious and inventive about their craft, - the music on it is extremely fresh and positively dirty to this day, too - and this here current Immortal Soul lineup equates to that of the band's primordial original. The record has numerous faces and moods, and refrains from delivering along one particular behavior, like this one does, for example. While Riot remains faithful to the metal spirit of the '80s in the sense that the squad brings you the non-compromised vibe of the ethos via top of the heat production values, Immortal Soul still shows commendable urge to emerge as an eventful musical experience that practically reigns free of self-repetition. Let's go after these tracks.


Following its dainty, charmingly deceitful bantamweight instrumental intro sequence, opening track "Riot" collides you with good old fashioned intense power metal, and the structure of the main riff, - including the whole behavior of the song - greatly reminds me of Iron Maiden's "Be quick or be dead". The tempo and the heft both are charming, - and straightforward, too, like a handshake without pattern interruption - but the composition itself contains boring-as-website-love power chord roaming, which always is an embarrassment to hear, in my opinion. What I mean by power chord roaming, is the following : when the exact same power chord pattern gets transferred on the guitar's neck up and down. WOW! You CAN'T possible be badass enough to play your power chord in different neck positions, dudette!? You can hear a lot of the terribly boring power chord roaming method in a huge amount of Iron Maiden's music, too, - they seem to have abandoned it entirely on their latest LP, fortunately - and I personally think that power chord roaming always is a sign of an attempt to assuage the suspicion that the power chord roamer actually does not have the slightest idea of what to offer for neighboring sets of ears, including his own. Power chord roaming is unaffordably cheap, and you are, too, while you are doing it.

Don't.

The lyrical thought the song is gravitating around is pretty delicious and impertinent, as it poses the question : "what it's gonna take to make you riot?" This is a question with true popcultural sex appeal and a provocative edge. Put me in a room full of power chord roamers and a chainsaw, give us five seconds and witness the true meaning of rebellion from then on.

Track number 2, "Still your man", sounds to be a deeply personal delivery for someone the band has a long term relationship with. Maybe a previous lead singer? The song itself once again is deeply "power chordian" and old school in character, and, though utterly sorry I am for not being blown away by the chorus, the build without doubt is of superb craftsmanship for an orthodoxly diligent power chord roamer contribution.

"Crawling" - let's hope not power chord crawling - comes to you as an elegiac stare into a memory that breeds nothing but menace into the present, and the song sports a thick, serpent-like middle eastern vibe of unalloyed vile intent the clean mid range singing behaves interestingly on. It sounds like a complaint-, a confession to a monster, but, complaining or making a confession to a monster is a puzzling act on its own. In the chorus, the song abruptly goes for a radio friendly melodrama rock register via the classic "table for one at the bar" feeling, and the mood change is so radical and brave compared to the neighboring surroundings, that you can't help but kind of respect/tolerate that stale feeling and its operative decision. The song, though stable and discomforting - in a positive way, it is entertainment, remember? - all the way, comes to an especially efficient and powerful climax with the lead singer bursting out cosmic level power metal screams to the middle eastern riffing that knows no love by the time these one note songs of rage and helplessness are occurring. Tight!

"Wings are for Angels" engages intensive tempo once again, and sounds to reflect the lamentations of a rebellious soul-collective that does not commit the mistake of failing to rebel against its own nature now, as opposed to the act of seeking out a second party to rebel against. (Which is very standard and super-boring power metal protocol practiced by the imaginatively challenged (f)artist.) The lyrics are pretty clever here, which is something you can tell of most-, if not all of the lyrics on this spin, fortunately. "I lost all my friends and I lost all my fear. Nothing left to die for, they told me today. I’m staying another year..." Equally grim and humorous, equally serious and ironic. So you are the rebeller, huh. Sorry, nothing to rebel against today. Come back next year, maybe, and you can serve out your function to relentlessly - khm, systematically, khm - rebel, see you 'till then!

"Fall Before Me" is the track of the record that is directed to form that invisible spiritual jellyfish bond between you and your primary mistress. This one is a harmless, routine lighterwaver heavy metal ballad from the heart of a met'll brethren to the heart of the neighboring met'll brethren, and, of course, this intentionally dramatic reflection on the male emotional structure - pffff - gives an opportunity to the neighboring female to admire "man" as thesis for the sophisticated and esquire inner capacities the song seeks to grace him with via its lyrical assertions. In other words, this song is on the record so you can entertain your girlfriend to it, it has no other agenda or function than that, but, that one is a supremely important one, mind you.

"Sins of the Father" is a definite highlight for me. It is pretty much thrash metal in character with hilarious lyrics, - ... "why even bother with life, I know" ... - and comes through as if it would be a delivery from a top-form Dave Mustaine. The riffage herein is rabid, untamed and super-efficient. Thrash doing what it does best : thrashing everything, starting with you.

"Immortal Soul" is a witty and sharp mid-tempo build that is not afraid to invade your receptors with the most overused-, but also most efficient textbook heavy metal harmonic tricks to rob you out of ways you could escape from the Clutches of Epic Determination this track wants to embed into your nervous system at the gesture of the fingers holding the pick. A well structured-, straightforward verse of great anticipation invites a fine chorus that exhibits numerous fine moments in its fabric when its main arch collides with the underlying components of the harmonic structure. Another highlight, in my opinion.

"Insanity" is a strange bird. Lyrically, it is as tight as the album comes as. I'm quoting, but, purposefully : "Insanity, you light up the world for me. We rage and we kill, and we call it free will, we believe in it still. Insanity, you bring out the man in me. This demon within, it's evil & sin, right under the skin." An erratic verse structure that sounds to have a problem deciding its mood, - which is appropriate for the title - and delivers a thread-dance on promise and pure ineptitude, reveals a chorus that I consider average, at best. The lyrics are great, but the music on this one, I'm currently not so sure about.

"Whiskey man" reminds me of Megadeth's "Public Enemy Nr. 1". This is the easily consumable instant-impacter of the album, that which brings you the necessary elements with trust AND sufficient thrust, too : playful, risk-free verse, a decent pre, and an "uhuh" chorus. "Please call me whiskey man, when the bottle is in my hand. Another shot at my command." Wow. You are awesome. You must be pretty lonely, too. Sorry, I have to return some videocassettes.

"Believe" is a brisk, easy to grasp build with another variant on the verse-pre-chorus template, and an oddly rhythmized interlude also is revealed in the song. Everything is decent in the track, and currently nothing in it shows capacity to command me to revisit it.

Same is true regarding album wrapper "Echoes", that which in parts reminds me - don't voodoo me please? - to the Never Ending Story soundtrack. These two last entries of the album sound to me like angrier-than-average power metal, occupying a burned out storyteller position. I have the hunch that these two last songs have been recorded during the earlier sections of the creative process, - warm up, phah - as they are nowhere near the immense danger level the highlights of this sound album reign at, in my opinion.

Rating : 9.0 / 10

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Myrath - Tales of the Sands review

Year : 2011
Genre : Aladdin in my Happy Meal Metal, Progressive Metal Power Metal
Label : XIII Bis Records
Origin : Tunesia
Rating : 6.9 / 10

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Myrath's Tales of the Sands is a record with velvet-pop metal-magazine appeals, declaring its (desperate wish for an) identity by throwing shameless winks to the "Beefy Preset Collection Tips!" column inherent to the magazine in question so rampantly that you have difficulty to decide if the release already is underway, or just having a series of strokes exhibiting all its OH!, so DEAR! intents while starting out. Glamorous, beefy, harmless toy metal fun for you, and it is out hunting your head down with a plastic scimitar. About 35 minutes of this 50 minutes affair is radio friendly platitude pop metal soaked into a pink-crimson Aladdin theme with an obese exotic chick laying her hideous bellydance for you on the top, while the remaining program time - about 15 minutes - is devoted to the deliverance of accessible, tame, risk free progression with power metal tendencies. Read on to find out more about this flamboyantly lopsided and lopsidedly flamboyant release.


The main attraction of the initial-, bigger segment of this LP is nothing else or more than the constant trafficking of bloated lead synths and restrained vocal declarations along middle eastern scale patterns, inviting you to become the beholder to their collision with the epitome of Yours, Truly, Cybernetic Rhythm Guitars of Glamorous Grit. Don't count on too elaborate spell levels, not for the most part : the stimuli you are served out with is nothing all that serious, - except for the chello and the synth solos, but their presence is sorrowfully scarce - as the delivery is quite content with the act of giving you the calculatedly played notes in the proper order to command the middle eastern vibe to hint at its own meta-message and surface up, - it takes four notes to reveal it, three if you are allowed to bend, none if you are a beautiful middle eastern woman - but the arch-face that is revealed, gets no further compliments. I wouldn't claim that these tracks sound to be capable to do proper justice to the relentless feeling hiding in those scales. The release satisfies with the first step being taken, and comes to a stall on that particular spot.

The Myrath middle eastern attraction is not one that gives you reasons to scratch your head over, not for a minute. For a second, maybe, if you are polite. The middle eastern vocal motives that sound more convincing than alibi-ambient, are not frequent, in my opinion. The Aladdin factor of chorus of track number 3, "Merciless Times", is quite cool and relevant. The next track, titular one, "Tales of the Sands" doubtlessly has this nice, mid-tempo tale in the desert pacing that eventually turns me into a camel with an evil shah on my hide. Track number 7 and 8 have solid instrumental segments with nice middle eastern violin (?) solo on top. But I can't pick any other exceptional middle eastern moment on this LP that I remember as another one I'd like to revisit, - especially hard to do when considering the vocalized regions - and, if that is the case, then why. should. I. even. bother.

The shameless exploitation of instantaneous middle eastern mood positions is not the only directive of this spin. The band, for a 35-40% of this album, seeks to operate on threshold-level progressive metal / power metal terms, and, though the content is presented in the spirit of the glamorous but gritty production (template) standards you already had the chance to bore yourself to death and beyond with courtesy of numerous recent records that sound exactly the same as this one, - Nightwish's latest sounds like this, too, it's all about the beefy cybernetic rhythm guitar, folks - the songwriting herein is not on pair yet with robust counter-releases like Anubis Gate's latest or Symphony X's Iconoclast, or Odd Logic's Over the Underworld. And yes, one could go on naming recent releases that sound to be more ripe and focused sonic entities, regardless how they reign free of the need to hold unto a pawn, as this release holds the middle eastern mood as a hostage.

If you did not catch the drift yet, then let me tell you this : the songwriting herein is bombastically presented acceptable mediocrity, - which is the Worst of Them All, needless to say - and, whenever the band is out of "ideas" - which happens fast / song - then comes the Jaffarrian Cornucopia of All Middle Eastern Sonic Platitudes to reveal its toy-attractions again, begging for your appreciation without any reminiscence to dignity and/or notable intent to legitimately entertain. To topple this with another oddity of charming semi-annoyance, a bloated metronome sits on the top of the mix, most of the time. It's not as bad as it would be a pneumatic driller, buuuut, almost.

The record, as suggested, is heavily fixated on its self-indulgent grandeur mentality and exclusive super-propensity to harness the inherent instant feeling of the middle eastern scales without asking for their magic with the irreplaceable cunning that could get it in the mood to reveal its true meaning and relevance for the mere fun of it, at the first place. The chello and the synth solos - very short ones, unfortunately - are the only things I can take serious on this release as ripe and magical aladdinian components, the other middle eastern elements on it are shameless fleemarket discount commodities that are BLAMING the character of middle eastern music, and not serving it. Other than that, the more freely positioned parts of brave, but tame progressive power metal tendencies pack more focused fun, and danger is not invited. You have to decide for yourself if this is a good thing or not.

Rating : 6.9 / 10

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Saturday, December 10, 2011

Cage - Supremacy of Steel review

Year : 2011
Genre : Aggressive Power Metal
Label : Music Buy Mail (EU) Heavy Metal Media (US)
Origin : United States
Rating : 9.5 / 10

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Engaging monumental overheft right from the beginning to the end, ancient power metal formation Cage does not give you a single, tiny solitary gap to form any of your worthless, puny, insignificant doubts regarding their latest variant of music, and you truly must suck tremendously to do so, as I just realized. Cage's latest contribution, called "Supremacy of Steel" - there you have it all right - plays a game fueled by nothing less and nothing else than crystal clear cheese-honesty and heft-intent, as this 1 hour and 6 minutes fistpumpa' affair - European Bonus track "Skinned Alive" (as a start, I suppose) - included - paints up the exact limit signs in a way to form the region that the stone-traditional heavy metal fan would likely feel most comfortable on.

This is Iron Maiden's brand of power metal, but, hell, imagine that the members of Iron Maiden are coming to play for you tonight with their mindset being ready to kill, and truly, have no other primer interests, either. It is the hot as hell-, flamethrower grade power metal of hyper-aggression, the variant that enjoys the position to declare itself factually unblemished and awesome even as serious matter and as brilliant parody of itself. Yes, this is a molten cheesefest and unalloyed epicness, they become the same during this spin to form that silly little thing called "fun" you are in this for at the first place. You can join in virtually anytime, - why not from the start, though? - because the music is deeply similar / deeply great in character throughout. Read on to find out more about this.


My number 1 Iron Maiden analogy already has been used up, so I take number 2 to paint the percepts regarding the sound. This record is positively and obscenely thick as a sonic fabric, and its primal charm lies in the fact that it shows no interest whatsoever in embracing recent day glitter-production 111 metalcore release of 100 sports, nor in the bombastic analogue classic sound you can hear on this or this great respective pieces. Cage brings the epitome of the "oh, this is the pair of my trusty oldshool monolith amps" sound and provokes the Animal out of the dangerous things. The bass is the mere safety of the pilot chair of a casual battlecruiser under your ass, the drums-, regardless how they contained within true sonic maelstrom all the way through - summon and pack the relentless Presence to CUT through the mix with the snare, and the tams produce a rumble that even this galactic bass finds itself humbled by, and this is the whole fucking idea, to be honest.

The guitar work-, when not delivering a nice, traditional coffee grinder solo - is coming to you in the mid-range as a substance-presence to coat the vocals in. The riffcraft, for the most part, is very similar to the Iron Maidenish ethos of being happy about inviting THEN kicking a random melodic emphasis in the face with a roundhouse kick - AND a crash cymbal - for inescapable instant effect. The lead singer dude gives a trusty likeness-performance as far as the requirements go, in my opinion. He sounds to be a diligent fan of both Bruce Dickinson and Rob Halford, and delivers the content accordingly. The musical mannerisms of the record, though quick to reveal their favorite doings and methodologies, emerge as the actual pure gold benefits of the release, because Cage's Supremacy of Steel can safely say about itself that it serves your aggressive power metal needs out with 111% efficiency. By the end of the release, you are chrome, Dear Lady, your legs are silhouette symphonies and I want your number.

Rating : 9.5 / 10

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Friday, November 25, 2011

Taberah - The Light of Which I Dream review

Year : 2011
Genre : Power Metal
Label : Evilution Records
Origin : Australia
Rating : 8.8 / 10

Australian Taberah's delicious debut - show forgiveness for the covert art and logo - invades air particles near Yours, Truly in exceptionally angry-, YET exacting power metal fashion. Imagine a musical language that is akin in remote character to that of Iron Maiden, but, the theatrical (melo)drama-spice on top that seems to be a keenly cultivated tool of the Brit Great Old Ones, is traded herein for a more vile, mean, Black Sabbatish behavioral stance. Most of the time, that is. Taberah certainly is no stranger to the propensity to go kinna-epic during the builds, - yet melodrama and the communist marching song vibe is not invited - and the best aspect you will have the option to gradually grow aware of regarding the release, is an impression that the debut manages to remain integral and unalloyed to its furious roots even when addressing pathos on its own peculiar terms. The only blatant blemishes I personally have found on the record are the utilization of the rhyme pair : "fire" and "desire". The minor-, but more persistent blemish is the singing on this album itself, which sounds to be the epitome of nothing special. It turns out though that, from a musical point of view, this album is pretty much sex appeal and efficiency from top to bottom,  and, if interested, you need to read out more to find out how and why.


Taberah is not in this business to worship meticulous over-production-, nor the false prophets of effect-scharlatanism: every single thing on the record sounds - in a positive manner - "just" natural, as would the naked drums and amplifiers if you were there in the studio. This, first and foremost, guarantees a lush and intimate listening experience to the mere rawness and power of the soberly controlled raging of the cultivated elements.

The compositions are playful, valiant and straightforward at their respective cores, seeking, finding, then offering great pleasure both with the ever-timeless wonder of the bare-open ringed power chord AND Rambo-grade "listen 'er, n00b" machine gun riffing. The riffcraft on the delivery is exceptionally rich and well sculpted, and serves a galore of fine stimuli to soak your ears into, so the band leaves nothing to be desired - fired!! - in this crucial department, never failing to satisfy your related cravings very thoroughly and gracefully.

Though the lyrics sometimes exhibit some pretty weightless and seriously uninspired alibi-profanity - "do not fuck with us!" - wish granted, Sir - and even relative idiocy - a song about Rambo with the line : "do not fuck with me, I'm Rambo!", WTF, I thought we were through with this?! - but, other than that, the singing style of the singer dude is passable. He does not sound too playful and/or confident, he instead sounds like a man with an agenda he is not sure he could pull off. He sometimes is paaaaaaainfully, painfully under-toned like an MMA fighter after being pepper sprayed, and his performance, while acceptable, does NOT elevate the sonic surroundings at ALL.

WHERE! is the Butch Balich!! I WANT the Butch Balich!!

Taberah's singer tends to refrain from "Gimmedaworld, Fukaz!" - type belts and bends, - and refraining from those is a nono! - and, instead, renders comfy-cozy "uhuh"-grade performance at best and shows no propensity whatsoever to move out of his comfort zone. Attention! Sometimes he sounds quite decent, I like his performance on "Freedom or Death", for example but, also notice : this song is a copy of Metallica's Blackened. The singer sounds like a Hetfield copy herein, too. On the other hand, related good news galore : none of James LaBrie's horrifying emotional slime - aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! the HORROR!! the HIDEUM!! - will be found on your white tie afterwards.

The guitar solo work demands mentioning, too : Taberah has quite decent of a set of solo-capable guest-axewielders amidst its debut front-liners, and their powerful, well articulated playing reeks the Yngwie Malmsteen all the way from start to home, which is not the biggest of strikes you have to endure during a reincarnation.

A tight, focused, muscular declaration that has fine enough musicianship to give the LP an autonomous and rabid character, which is a trait you not frequently see-, let alone hear in the power metal "vaaaaloooor all-whitstaaaaaaand!! weeee fight toooo theee eeeeend!!" direction. 90% of this release is sexily ANGRY, yet truly exigent power metal, and the remaining portion is dedicated either to passable bonfire metal ballads I greatly enjoy skipping, or, a little homage for the originators. Explanation : the titular track "The Light of Which I Dream" has a more pronounced Iron Maiden influence with that peculiar galloping-ass riffage and the similarly Iron Maiden-like 3-4 notes guitar-patterns that are delighted about the fact how the different harmonic structures they are colliding with are serving different harmonic flavors to them. The build later on arrives to a tight-, raging mid-tempo jam session that reminiscent in character to Hendrix's hefty rhythm guitar style, and then the armored Iron Maiden gallops diligently out of your sight to save yet another day before the sun comes up again. All in all, Taberah's debut is superbly crafted, hefty power metal, and the only thing that is scary about it is the artwork, for which the punishment should be inventive sex with the creature on the cover.

Rating : 8.8 / 10

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Saturday, November 19, 2011

Ancient Bards - Soulless Child review

Year : 2011
Genre : Symphonic Power Metal, Epic Metal
Label : Limb Music / SpiritualBeast / Universal
Origin : Italy
Rating : 8.8 / 10

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Italian symphonic power/epic metal squadron Ancient Bards brings with itself an ornamented tome of rather healthy size sealed by a platinum guitar token and a platinum sword token, and also filled with stories even Edgar Alan Poe would show honest interest in, - no, Mr. Poe did not oblige, neither did The Wall. If YOU would, then you are about to be late with that already, because in a blink of an eye Ancient Bards slip out of the shadow to pop the cover up without remorse or hesitation, only, this time, the "muhaha" remains absent, and its mere absence is free to emerge as the mere fun for a change. This, no doubt, is a dainty, valiant symphonic metal statement from top to bottom, and also one that remains able to communicate itself along the dark fairy tale register without turning into the kind of Camembert that is about to be ready to move in space at its own free will. That's where cheese begins, right?

The release has full blown-, but much welcomed fixations it simply can not live without. The name of the primer game herein is up-tempo power metal of complex, gritty, yet playful character, one which proudly lacks all capacity and all the tools to hide what it really wants to do at heart without any regard to any other considerations whatsoever. The favorite patterns of the band are not hesitant to address their defining traits in full efficiency in a short amount of time, and the one simple thing that makes all this work superbly, is that the band members are aware of a flamboyant - and also soberly limited - variety of those. You will get accustomed to this album in 5 minutes, or not in five eternities. Because, in that case, you probably will remain a grandmaster-douché who gets bitter sex exclusively from dwarfs wearing pig masks. Ladies and gents, let's talk about the music.


As hinted, Ancient Bards' Soulless Child is not at all occupied with coating its primer, true intents into alienated variation. The tempo, most often - in fact, almost exclusively - is furious and fast enough to stick a smile on a pneumatic driller, the harmonies are dainty and brisk, and the whole build is complimented by a symphonic fabric in the background. Aggression is not too important here, in fact, not at all. Melody - rampant-unalloyed is more important, as you will see. The patterns I have been telling you about are expressing themselves in the rhythm section, primarily, as the LP exhibits a very straightforward, efficient methodology : you have the harmonic build with a momentary drum pattern to it, - the drummer has about four favorite drum patterns, and ONE particular carpet bomber pattern he is the Grateful Slave of and will make YOU one, too - and you have the female - aaaaaaaa - lead singing on top, that which finds absolutely pleasant directions to achieve the sense of dark tone fairy tale register which the record really is all about. One especially nice trait of this declaration is its reoccurring readiness to go rabid and exigent on the instrumental builds with crisp keyboard and guitar solo work.

As for the symphonic quality, that is not an irrelevant component of the fabric at all. It brings to mind an immediate reminiscence to fellow Italian group Fleshgod Apocalypse, - thunderous roar IN - thunderous roar OUT - only, this time, the music is more tame at heart and sports Gazelle anatomy instead of the composure of a juggernaut-grade reality eradicator the death metal specialists reveal on their latest contribution.

Regardless of a relative proneness of virtually repeating itself, - says the dudette with the letters - the release shows elegant interest to stay away from the safety shortcuts the genre offers for the antitalent at discount prices. As result of this TRULY commanding determination, the power metalish communist marching song vibe now gets traded for a much more intriguing vibe, that which is reminiscent of the ethos of dramatic musical theater, - oxymoron? - even opera, giving you a mood that invites to mind and soul such concepts as the musical atmosphere of Carl Orff's Carmina Burana and the kind of "dark" fantasy that is out for no blood, instead it is out to seek and point out "mere" secretive significance in the mighty fabric of the shared world experience.

Lead singer Sara Squadrani delivers a performance that is very easy to decide you like, and here is why : Miss Squadrani is not trying to be the immediate oh!, so most relevant Presence in a sonic fabric she is part of, she instead reigns in the state of "just" being there, - which, in a woman's case, is just sufficient - provoking a valiant fight with the sonic mass, which, in a while bows and bends to her will. Her tools are a great "as hard as I can!" attitude and splendid set of lungs and no regard whatsoever of what you think of her singing. In other words, Sara Squadrani is Your Metal Goddess Who Happens to Be There and Is Not Afraid to Prove That. And, usually the singers who fail to give a damn of what others think of their singing, are the ones THOSE others will enjoy, too. Squadrani's voice packs the raw-, but tender she-wolf a female metal singer virtually is worthless without, and her REAL, non-effected track sits in a very well researched place in the mix. I especially like the way she delivers her loooong long extremes wherein a song demands so. All in all, I like Sara Squadrani's singing and I'm pretty sure that you like it, too.

All in all, Ancient Bards' Soulless Child is a robust symphonic power metal delivery that brings to you a whole lot to soak your grateful ears into, and, courtesy of its homogeneous character, this without doubt is a record that simply weighs in as intense, flamboyant fun to listen to.

Rating : 8.8 / 10

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Friday, November 18, 2011

Iron Savior - The Landing review

Year : 2011
Genre : Power Metal
Label : Dockyard 1
Origin : Germany
Rating : 8.5

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Germany's Iron Savior is full-enthusiasm power metal with constant will present to relentlessly embrace all the favorite forms and premiere patterns of the genre. Though the communist marching song vibe is on dock and stands ready to be engaged during this meticulously sculpted power metal release, a good amount of significant benefits immediately save this contribution from sinking into mid-tempo fist-pump mediocrity. First, a concept decision to include the statements on a quasi-sci-fi / fantasy field, make this release a spiritual variant to walk in the footsteps of Symphony X's superb Iconoclast. The character of the music on this spin shows a soberly stacked, clean set of production values that bring you a deeply traditional, yet to-this-day-efficient approach to compliment the genre on. The lyrics, while charmingly cheesy at times, never seek to lie more drama than they are able to, - oh really. - which, much fortunately, gives Iron Savior the space to deliver valiantly along the instrumental department, too. Because they are eager, and able to. Usually shorter, - there are a few, elegant exceptions - but efficient and colorful solos, chordal modulation passages are numerous to be heard and behold, and, the performance of the singer dude is totally likable, as well. He knows the character-, the timber of his voice, unleashes an elegant kind of NATURAL animal without having to pay with soul, while wisely refrains from forcing his voice to do things it would not look convincing without. Read on to find out more about this sci-fi tinted power metal declaration.


Thank God & Co., it is very hard to find caveats around-, and on this release for what it is, and it becomes so hard from a point on, that you stop looking for them altogether, instead. Iron Savior brings you a very cleverly constructed foam of stimulus in the sense that the album mainly is an up-tempo delivery that wants what it wants right here, and right now. This absence of any notable will to give you the usual slower variants on epic determination, imbues this LP with a persistent charm to go high octane 99% of the time. This urge to invite the power metal animal 23/7 deserves both respect and admiration, because the vehicle is properly driven all the way through. Track number 9, called "Faster Than All" - see?? - has an especially nice example of the percept the record seems to be fond of cultivating : after a solid, intense section, the band arrives at a deceitful stall for a moment, and you think they have "intensed-out", and a more tamely constructed sequence will entertain you from that particular point on. But, you are mistaken, and so happy about it, too : Iron Saivor picks you up and throws your hide into the trunk, and brings back the original intense mode you loved the most at the first place, and it rides on an even more rabid note, now that you had the chance to reflect on the mere memory of it for a second. But NOT for more.

As such, Iron Savior's The Landing is speedy, traditional, elegant power metal with so competent and exigent musicianship behind it that it finds no need-, nor desire to be your everyday average Iron Maiden clone. Instead, the Iron Savior dudes like to collide the same sonic entity with different harmonic environments, but, to be honest, this is one of the most fun part of music, so there is nothing wrong with THAT technique at all, in my opinion. This record is a testament of a well operated-, sharply focused creative force that seeks to properly appreciate the traditional, and this serious, gracing quality is written on all the shapes it is radiating outward. Once you have invited your secretive power metal fan forth, - even better if you did not even hide the thing - Iron Savior's The Landing comes to you as nothing sort of immediate power metal delicacy.

METAL HEEEEEEEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!4four

Rating : 8.5 / 10

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Monday, October 10, 2011

Iced Earth - Dystopia review

Year : 2011
Genre : Power Metal
Label : Century Media
Origin : United States
Rating : 6.5 / 10

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Iced Earth's latest studio package is the solid equivalent of a portal device, because this right here is your all-time favorite mobile cheese storage that contains a hyper-abundant amount of rebellious platitude, embodied by the LP's quite consistently anti-exigent lyrical content. The anti-exigency - it is assuaging to write it down twice than not to at all - exhibited in the lyrical contribution on Iced Earth's Dystopia is so fantastically rampant when at its peak moments, that it becomes an unexpected and quite steep challenge to appreciate the actual music ridden by the weightless, naive textual status reports the album is a rather muscular galore of.

- "Prepare for Victory!, WE! are the Resistance!, Victory CALLS!"

- Yeah? Skip the track and tell her I'm busy.

This review will include percepts regarding the actual music on this spin, but a rant is needed to be delivered as result of the cheese-invasion that is affecting about 75% of the lyrics. The record is fixated on two primer lyrical behaviors. First and foremost, it sounds to be in a relentless urge to seek out - dare one say : "recruit" ? - an Enemy figure to proudly stand out against, an act that gives a space to thoroughly - and enthusiastically, so you have something to be properly dreaded of - address the highly paua-metallic spiritual stance needed to form such a declaration on. Mind you, I'm not trying to be the super-asshole here. (Yeah, you could say because I already am.) I like power metal when it takes its mission to form a soul-, to entertain a soul, seriously. But I can tell from a million miles away when locked in an atom-safe bunker when a record-, when a text that is supposed to entertain at the LEAST, takes its listener for a sedated sloth on permanent vacation. This usually happens when the lyrics have absofuckinglutely no dilemma/thought worth sharing to show, and I personally have the hunch that Iced Earth was in a similar position when the immense majority of these lyrics have been forced into reality. Though in my opinion Iced Earth's Dystopia fails legendarily in its attempt - if there was an attempt at all - to reveal lyrics worth imprinting in a spirit, one should not forget that there is music involved, too. Guys, let's talk about the music.


Nah, I lied, first let's indulge a bit more in the cheesefest, because, frankly, the genre looks so much better without it, and why not try to point out the shortcuts that are simply becoming an embarrassment to take? Remember, even from the gates of heaven, there is a road leading to hell. You know the heavy metal deal with Power Sweat : now is the time, we take it back, 'till the end we fight, they can't take our soul away. I'm not exaggerating, these particular fixations are revealed on the record not in a tad less more poetic or exigent fashion than I just gave you the account of. Actually, I just overshot. Things get convoluted, because the enemy is not named, but it might be the Illuminati!! Furthermore : !!!

The other notable pastime of this release is to prepare the Army needed for the Cause, giving the individual soulja' spiritual guidance by pointing out the most potent inner resources and all the stuff - oops? - related. If you think I'm pulling your leg, then here is another verbatim quote from the lyrics contained on this Iced Earth album :

"Transcend to a higher place, accepting reality, you are the key for the life that you seek"

Shit! THAT's it! Somehow I KNEW it! I just KNEW it! You just had to WORD this sublime significance as the antidote for my misery, man!!

Yeah,
cynicism sucks ancient monkey tits and it is the bliss of the miserable, but sometimes you can't avoid it. This textual shallowness though remains terrible to witness when other bands put genuine effort and thought to deliver significant lyrics observing the same theme. Check out the song The Ladder from premiere doom metal squad Argus, and note the difference between genuine spiritual content and smoke in the mirror.

In other words, the immense majority of lyrical content on Iced Earth's Dystopia is a cosmic cheesefest and the painful kind of it too, - nothing wrong with mild dosage of it - and the moments here and there that the band spends with some other lyrical theme, are pretty terrible, too. Like a sad girl who "wants to smile and live", but the "tragedy still holds her." - but she - don't know if you catch the drift here - "WANTS to live, FREE from the life of DESPAIR".

OK, but - I don't even know her. (Aaaand I'm not sure I want to, either.)

All in all, a healthy 75-80% of the lyrics and the consorting thought field sounds to be coming from a recalled-from-the-market heavy metal lyrics generator, and they lack all kind of intellectual elegance, imaginative charm or playfulness. The remaining 25% is "just" cheesy, but still OK power metal, but this won't do anything with your mind, either. And : this is not good. Do you know the song Daemon Dance from cosmic level shredder Yngwie Malmsteen? Like - the singer sings some crazy-ass, huge number ending with :

.. "hundred and twenty six"

and then he sings :

"demons will do their dance, cannot escape, holding a crucifix.

It gives me the shivers just writing it down, because I have no idea what does it exactly mean, but it paints frightening pictures in my mind and THAT becomes the MEANING. The lyrics on this record do nothing other or more than register as shameful cheese in my soul. (But I'm glad if they register as something else and something more in yours.)

From a musical point of (re)view, Iced Earth's Dystopia weighs in as acceptable, deeply traditional power metal, - more on this later - plagued though by below average chorus structures that sound to have the communist marching song vibe unleashed on amphetamine without the sear promise of a fucking leash or a big ass taser cannon handy. The power metal chorus, as an autonomous cultural entity, IS prone to be sucked into the communist marching song vibe on its mere own, because the respective senses of beyond you-level "epicness" and "unchangeability" give out a cheap sense of unity right away to be instinctively perceived by the minds that are forced to experience them, simply because each mind finds itself in a super-similar position when relating to these concepts. Wow, look! Now existence could be comfy and humpty-dory for you, because now you are not the only one bathing in the mystery.

I personally tend to think that the communist marching song vibe that I claim power metal is prone to exhibit, is a host-digesting parasite on the body of this PLAYFUL genre, and its most efficient shortcut to commit ritual-level cheesefest-suicide on, too. When cheese does not take itself seriously, then it is totally OK. But Iced Earth is serious about it, on this record. I think even a stellar build can suffer legendarily when the communist marching song vibe is unleashed on it. A great example of this is the opening track on Symphony X's superb Iconoclast, in my opinion. WTF is this sequence with WE! ARE! STRONG! WE! WILL! STAND! AND! FIGHT! in such a tight build!? You try to be super-serious, and you end up a super-spongebob, only made of cheese. You say something silly like this when you have nothing to say, but you have a suspected anticipation/craving to satisfy. A power metal fan wants to fight and rebel, right? If she/he wants, this craving is a shame to assuage THIS cheaply.

Iced Earth's Dystopia is reeking of the communist marching song vibe during the choruses, and, as such, it is very easy to truly appreciate the absence of it whenever the verse or middle section of a track comes back or takes a turn to explore other directions. Do not expect all THAT much variation though. The riffs are pretty simplistic, - but efficient in their crude charm - the wall of sound structures solely rely on ringed, solo power chords without all that much if any cunning at all among their intents, and the compositions themselves most often are going for a kind of early-Metallica thrashy vibe, complimented by an Eye of the Tiger mood in the mid-tempo builds, only with more fuel and heft used up. Mind us, that these directions do not at all prevent the release to pack very efficient moments. In my opinion, all of these are coming your way when the band engages full power efficiency, and I think they had problem realizing the entertainment factor of mid-tempo sections. Like the start of the otherwise solid opening track. Uhm. Four chords are being played for you for 1 whole fucking minute. Dude. Play them 3 times, everyone will get what you are about, interrupt the fourth, and you have an intro. Now start the damn song. < - tip.

The mentioning of Metallica is not accidental. If the singer on Iced Earth's Dystopia would have three wishes, I bet 4 of those would be to sing exactly like Metallica's James Hetfield. Say what you want about Metallica, - I won't, and I imagine the collective dread and horror of the Metallica members because of it - but James Hetfield has a super-solid set of pipes and palpable emotion in his singing voice, and you would have to be an elite level troll to even to THINK to question that. Iced Earth's vocalist bitterly approximates/imitates the general timber and the great mannerisms - like the word ending alpha wolf quasi-growls - of Hetfield with about 60% convince power, and I have nothing more to add to this notion, because there isn't. A re-occurring secondary vocal methodology of the release is to deliver Rob Halfordish head voice singing here and there, but, something - like the Rabid Animal of Mr. Halford, maybe?? - is fucking MIA, so the experience pretty much is that you are listening to a man pretending he has no balls. And, to be frank, each and every line he sings on this release, sounds to me like he sings about JUST that. "I have NO balls, NO balls, I have NONE of those!" On a third complementary note, some narrative-, Anselmo-like-, badass, menacing background muttering is sometimes utilized, too, but this is marginal compared both to the respective frequencies of the Hetfield-clone singing and the Rob Halford, BUT!, without the balls-kind of signing obtainable herein.

The record has a healthy, youthful general tempo colored by some slower tracks here and there, arranged on the contribution's body in a well balanced fashion. The titular opening track, third song Boiling Point and sixth one, Dark City are highlight deliveries worth revisiting for their efficient and muscular power metal charm. (Dark City is a great example how an - in my opinion - weak chorus, that is supposed to TOPPLE the cake, spoils a solid verse section.) The hymn-wannabes of the record are definitely not cups with my tea in it.

Iced Earth's Dystopia ultimately weighs in as an acceptable, stone-traditional power metal album with almost exclusively non-exigent lyrics, but I already had my rant about that, and I have no intention to paint an extra crosshair on my ass beside the one the rabid Iced Earth fan probably already is perceiving on it. Apart from its weightless, cheese-infestation lyrics, Iced Earth's Dystopia still could have been a great instrumental contribution, only it isn't, and here is why : the songs, as solely instrumental declarations, start out decently enough, then they often lose power - hah! - in non-justifiably prolonged mid-, and end sections. Non-justifiable, because there isn't much happening, hello?? The ending portion of Dark City, for example : a tight start and solid verse structure, weaker chorus, and then an instrumental "jam" revolving around two power chords. This is about as exciting as having sex without a body under you. (Alive body, thank you very much.)

The special edition features two bonus tracks, among these, the song called Iron Will sounds to be one of the most strong declarations on the entire release, and no problem with the lyrics there, either : they are JUST sufficiently cheesy. Once again : acceptable power metal with very limited supply of great moments, and you have heard this music being done much more consistently than this effort is capable to register as a full spin.

Rating : 6.5 / 10

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Sunday, October 2, 2011

Anubis Gate - Anubis Gate review

Year : 2011
Genre : Progressive Rock/Metal
Label : Nightmare Records
Origin : Denmark
Rating : 9.3 / 10

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Anubis Gate opens up and blows you a million space miles away by the incoming melodic power it invites through itself, but don't be all that afraid - who has the time to fear, anyway? - as the sonic stimulus will stick with you, courtesy of carrying you on its wings while having its sublime run.

This release has the embedded mark of superstrong focus written - almost - all over it, as the content is beyond doubt a vault of legit, relevant harmonic/melodic sculptures, constructs that reign completely free of stone-orthodox compositional techniques and the closely related GTFO-factor. Anubis Gate is at heart accessible, yet truly soulful music with legit life - oxymoron!! - in it, and brings nothing less than elegant reflections of these assuaging facts. Read on to observe how this affair glorifies the epitome of thoughtful melody with the finely calibrated instruments of sci-fi metal.


Anubis Gate sounds thick, meticulously polished, and eloquently varied. The meat-mass of the content though does not show all that much interest to wrap itself around the everyday average rendition of "metal". It does much more interesting things with its monstrous meat-mass, instead. As hinted, the scientifically sculpted, eloquent and exigent melody is of key importance on this LP. If you are a proper snob for exigent melody and harmonic structures AND a proud of that, rest assured that Anubis Gate brings your way on this LP a whole packet of delicious content to soak your starved ears into. The character of the instrumental sound is beyond all doubt metal, and the mean, fat, down-tuned, rumbling kind of it too, yet this rumble is rode by a vocal presence that bravely and magnificently deviates from the unwritten rules of "proper" - PHA! - metal singing.

Former bassist-, now lead vocalist Henrik Fevre has a pleasant timber in his pipes with a solid range to them, and the power needs no extra invitation cards to join the fray, either. The record has clean vocals, exclusively, vocals that border on pop and kick your lousy ass proper nevertheless, and this does not sound to be the result of a lack of capacity to deliver along the orthodox metal channels of rasp/siren-mode/growl/whatnot. This album simply does not need these techniques, since its themes, along with the granite-solid instrumental contribution, are reflecting a pretty integral spiritual stance, one which by sheer, honest anti-interest, negates the need to summon/channel the angst-driven methodologies of the genre. This is not an angry album at all. This is a honest album, and that is the most a record can ever hope for.

The compositions tend to have a quite healthy length to them, which gives the band a suitable amount of real estate to offer solid intro sections and bravely varied middle jams to surround the respective cores of each declarations with. Anubis Gate is not all that concerned with being heavy for the sake of being JUST that, managing to acquire mere heaviness via inflating - in a positive way, mind you - the characteristics of the harmonic structures. This is a truly valiant record in the sense that it never allows itself to stray away from its own-, quite high expectations cultivated and superbly satisfied in the compositional department, - meaning : yes, the songs themselves are slick - and music herein always gets its abundant benefits, having an audibly great and grateful time for the constant efforts being put into entertaining it for what it - music - is.

Anubis Gate is an intelligently serious and seriously intelligent record, but not over-emoted, - only on one occasion : "Uuuuuse yoooour eeeeeyes!!" I promise I will. Now calm down and come here, Henrik. You sound like you need a hug. The lyrical themes mostly are focused on thoughtful - and quite soulful, too - observations regarding the human condition, and there are a whole lot of things to consider on that field, wouldn't you agree? It is quite safe to say that the written contribution on Anubis Gate's latest manages to exhibit ballsy poetic qualities, simply by grabbing the deepest questions by their throats, and not being afraid of any answers this explicit act may yield. It is evident that there are true, legit private investigations loaded into these lyrics as fuel, and these worded thoughts and feelings are very realistic and pleasant to relate to, because they reflect deep aspects of the human condition that humanity as a hive-entity shares and experiences, but the individual is a chickengirl/chikenboy to admit. "Normally." Not Anubis Gate. The lyrics have relevance and balls, and these assertions are not necessarily self-explanatory these days. Until you were born that way, of course.

Rating : 9.3 / 10

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Monday, August 22, 2011

Ilium - Genetic Memory review

Year : 2011
Genre : Power Metal
Label : Escape
Origin : Australia
Rating : 7.5 / 10

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Australian Ilium is the power metal band that has the uppermost level of unconditional love - if there ARE levels at all for such a thing - cultivated for All Things Power Chord, but the band also brings awareness regarding the period of time a sequence of comfy harmonic chugging is worth abusing for. Ilium's Genetic Memory is the kind of nicely varied-, at heart deeply and elegantly traditional power metal with the dare and desire to wander around among epic determination and dramatic gloom, pretty much like a pinball collapses into different elements of notable character during a pinball session.

The most pronounced vibe this delivery communicates along, is a direction that keeps its eyes on the mistress of fantasy related power metal, but also caresses the knee of an almost-out-of-battery fembot under the table. The story of the eyes are more relevant this time around though. As usual. Read on to - well - read more on this decent spin, and, to know if the mistress of fantasy related power metal is aware of the fembot's knee being caressed under the table.



Ilium delivers the '80s visceral approach of doom and pathos presented in high definition, increasing its sheer enjoyability by disassembling it by just the right moments. The ensuing pattern is most often characterized by a pleasant modulation shift and a riff to ride on it, and this inventiveness is JUST enough - and also IS required - so the re-occurrence of classic dooming and pathosing truly has the potential to show their duo around with proper efficiency upon comeback. Interestingly enough, at the first spin of this delivery you might arrive at the thought that the band sounds to be perfectly content with throwing simplistic power chord arrangements around, but right when you are about to put your very best snob face on, elaborate stimuli is about to dock into the fabric, ripping the promise of your very best snob face off.

Genetic Memory is an interesting construct in this particular regard. As hinted, Ilium does not feel embarrassed about declaring super-orthodox, stone-traditional power metal chord passages, because they are aware how they - the band - will emerge with a more relevant auditory construct right when you are about to think that you have heard all in the track that is there to be heard. There is a consorting truth to be told, and this truth is that there are minor - and only minor - inconsistencies in the modulation shifts. In other words : some are cheap and shit. But the majority is truly nicely done. A similar thing can be told about the tracks themselves, as compositional constructs. They, for the most part, after assuring you that they are in love with the power chord, are able to bring you the supremely shaped Iron Maiden in a human sized gift package, and a keen intent to go for the easily accessible, yet cutely overcheesy '80s sci-fi anime vibe always reigns readied in their fabric.

The vocalist dude refrains from imitating Bruce Dickinson's mighty siren pipes, and goes instead for the Melodic Raw Animal register of Argus' Butch Balich - in theory. In reality, not many are in the position to sport throat pipes priceless enough to approximate that of Butch Balich's, and, as such, Ilium's singer sounds to be close to desperation mode amidst the waves Butch Balich is ruthlessly riding on as a Sonic God that just popped into existence, declaring the Lungs of Aural Overpower that can shatter neighboring icebergs at will. Ilium's vocalist gives a performance that is decent and whatnot, it is just that it fails to add anything - sorry about using this overused word - "special" on top of the music, though it can be done, because Butch Balich can do it.

Ilium's Genetic War is a delivery born out of pure love for the genre, also a love that sounds to be felt properly and honestly. The album, fortunately enough, does not show itself to be prone to exhibit all that much filler sections, and two and a half hand is more than enough to count elements that would have looked better on the cutting floor of the studio. A nicely done album, expressing its HD love for the cheesy pathos of the '80s.

Rating : 7.5 / 10

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Monday, July 25, 2011

Symphony X - Iconoclast review

Year : 2011
Genre : Progressive Power Metal
Label : Nuclear Blast
Origin : United States
Rating : 9.2 / 10

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Premiere Yngwie Malmsteen product Michael Romeo and band bring you supertight sonic stimuli as result of four years of creative work, declaring extremely convincing reasons to soak your ears in the mecha-polyptic vision the group's latest release to date chooses as its direction to keep the focus on.

Talking about the instrumental portion of this ripe and extremely well chiseled creation, it sounds safe to say that Symphony X's Iconoclast is the mere sound of the music video games like Quake IV should have contained instead of the excuse for the music they got beaten to the death of the aspired mood with. Iconoclast is well researched, crystal clear, accessible-, yet intricate metal music that has a properly vulgar urge to relentlessly submit to all things cyborg, mecha and chrome at - oops - heart. It is nothing wrong at all with an intent to give all things to the cyber to see what music it will spout back at you, and Iconoclast manages to introduce a unique kind of vocal field to succumb to the atmosphere it attempts to picture. Read on to find more, or this Grade 3 Security Warbot will end you in 3, 2, ...


Michael Romeo and Co. took the time and focus to create the intricate cybernetic metal that you secretly - and, well, silently - knew it would be possible, and now, here it is, to you to behold. The instrumental work on these tracks tolerate nothing less than the steepest of recognition. The riffs, while accessible at heart, show constant tendency to offer elegant, brave and effective variations of themselves without any occasion to lose their pure musculature focus on, and the rhythmic changes always will take you to a field you can regard as a place worth checking out, considering how the preceding musical developments decided to take you there. The compositions are eventful, flamboyant, extremely complex and keep a focus on sole, super-solid guitar work. It is a privilege to hear. Samples or industrial noises are not being utilized to make you believe that : "this is cyba', dudette, because it is sampled", it is all the music's agenda to make you believe it is. Guitar solos are one of the favorite fetishes IF not the favorite of a proper guitar psycho, and Michael Romeo, riding on 111% Malmsteen-Octane influence, - it is very indicative of Romeo's Malsteen fetish that the title track contains a duel between a soloing guitar and a synth, "Far Beyond the Sun" much recently????,,, - no doubt knows how to offer a solo that commits the Fatality - Flawless Victory against your musical awareness.

With some exceptions of brilliance, only acceptable and moderate-at-best intellectual efforts were put into the lyrics though, delivered along pretty traditional power metal singing language. This decision of giving progressive power metal a good rep by rendering a sci-fi atmosphere instead of the "we fight to the end and we have swords!" fantasy vibe, shows mixed, nevertheless always charming results. It is only that sometimes you will find the stench of meat sweat whereas you hoped to touch a set of dainty, lethal cybernetic fingers. The melodic arches of the singed lines sometimes - and not frequently, logically enough - refrain from giving the aforementioned cybernetic middle finger to everyday average - nevertheless solid - power metal singing, and, even the vibe of fantasy related power metal will surface on the record on some occasions. The opening track is a good example : while the song itself is a monumental mechanoid declaration consisting of riffs that can nuke a secret military base, a power metalish "we! are! strong! we! will! stand! and! fight!" simply "had" to be incorporated into its pure titanium fabric. It is not to say that it is bad - it simply seems/sounds to be hyper-cheese, considering its much more elegant surroundings. It is more efficient when you FEEL this inner stance, and it simply loses from its efficiency when you NEED to state it. Why harass and state the Evident?


Addendum to this review on 2015. 6. 25. : The hooks on this release could be praised much, but could not be praised TOO much. I have heard appalling opinions on how Russel Allen could not come up with "memorable melodies" and whatnot, frankly, I have no idea which TV show these individuals are watching. Do yourself a favor and listen to this album in separate sittings, - I do not suggest to blow yourself up, I mean, not until I'm there to videotape it (joking, I have a terrible senCe of humor and null concept of proper typing) - and you will hear that pretty much each and every song has a magnificent hook incorporated - even the "we! are! strong! we! will! fight!" - cheesefest becomes tolerable. 


But check out the hooks/structure in songs like: "Prometheus"! - total melodic Pantera! Very uplifting, and filled with a galaxy of bullballs. How about the hook of "Light up the Night"? - simply amazing! Quite reminiscent of the best songwriting contained on Malmsteen's vocal-filled tracks - check out "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" for a truly badass Yngwie Malmsteen vocal song - as the vibe is definitely power metal, but with a furious vibe, the vide power metal works the best with! The whole structure indeed is coated in flames and raging hopelessness. The vibe is of an individual who decided to embrace the hopelessness, and then pulls it to a clinch and jumps off the cliff - that is crumbling, anyway, so no point in not doing it - to die with it. Embrace the leftover-dignity when you have to die, or die miserably, so in their soul everyone will secretly think that you suck so severely saggy goat tits. Anyway, another fantastic hook!

And the record just keeps throwing these amazing hooks at you, that are easy to not notice at first, simply as result of the length of the record. The length indeed is prone to induce attention fatigue, so the release is definitely best listened to on separate occasions. Here is another hook-, in fact, a whole structure that I love from this release: "Lords of Chaos", which contains a hook that is the anti-thesis of the hook I have deconstructed before that, which was "Light Up the Night". In "Lords of Chaos", the prospects are idealistic, you and Co. skim the multidimensional surface of the existence field as cosmic immortals, doing whatever you desire with whoever you desire, but doing it with 111% efficiency, because you have potentials enough to be able to do that - what's not to like? Also notice the verse structure in the song, how the guitars going kind of melodic Meshuggah on your hide! Allan Russel's melodic vocals riding on their skillfully warped sonic volumetrics with ballsy elegance and efficiency. Fantastic ideas all over that are very easy to notice if you pay attention, and very easy to miss out on if you are exhausted as result of attention fatigue. Which is a real thing, and it affects you the more you listen to something. (OR someone, oh baby.) 


Another hooks that are very strong: "Heretic", and its relative sibling, "Bastards of the Machine" - these two are similar, but quite-quite decent. I very much like the hook of "When All Is Lost", too, even though the verse is a little but too cheesefest for me, - and for you, too - because the lyrics in the verse do not make particular sense. "I hope you understand. Someday." - oh boy, I hope I won't, EVER. But it is OK, I have no problem if and when Russel Allen - who is a superb singer in my opinion - comes up with alibi lines from time to time. He and his peers had the assumption that a fathery "I hope you understand, someday" is a line that simply never fails. Oh, you guys got that ALL wrong. For a proper music snob, a line like "I hope you understand, someday" : is an immediate and timeless fail. Russel also has this fascinating Angel-seeking fixation, probably as result of cultural conditioning. Good luck escaping THAT one! (Cultural conditioning, not the angel or Russel). On his solo release, "Atomic Soul" - a fantastic record I must say, because he exhibits his raw voice without any and all effect fuckaroundery, an in-your-face, raw, melodic hard rock release with superb compositions - so he has this "Angel" song, with lyrics along the train of thought: "Angel, where are you now, no one can save me, only you know how" - which is fine, fine. But he has a 2007 -first of a series of - collaboration with another performer - Lande - and there is a song on that release which features quite similar trains of thoughts. My point is that Russel has his own share of inner fixations, which is totally acceptable, but, provided we are yet to see a third occasion by which Russel is searching for the Angels, we will have to conclude that he is not doing something right, otherwise he would already have found them, correct? Or it might be the simple case that Russel secretly has them, and only PRETENDS to be looking for them, which, once again, is totally acceptable, as you do not have to be miserable in order to be eligible to pretend that you are, for the fun of it, for the art of it, for the entertainment of it. 


There are some other hooks on the release yet that I like, too! "Dehumanized" has a superb structure all over, and notice the verse, as well: kind of Pantera vocals. A nod to Pantera is given in the song "Reign in Madness" : the middle section is so obviously and admittedly built on Pantera's "Walk" that no copyright holder would every think of voicing this fact, because it is an obvious tribute to Dimebag, and the gesture is beautiful enough to reign galaxies above considerations of copyrights and stuff. Wow, a listening to it and tears filled my eyes! Shit, Cthulhu is here with a beer! Addendum on 2015.06.25 ends, article continues based on the thoughts formed on 2011.07.25. 


Many things could have been said about this outing yet, but, ultimately, it still remains a disc that luckily seeks to offer tons of luscious, integral and straightforward stuff to be listened to, and not stuff to offer layered lamentations about. Iconoclast is an instrumentally brilliant experience, which though has a tame, but noticeable tendency to deliver lyrical content that is easy to laugh out loud out at, regardless how it meant to be taken ice cold serious. On the other hand, some lines and related cyber-thoughts are pretty solid, but these are rare to find. The intricacy and beauty of the music will smash you anyway, so there will be not much time to whine too fervently about those. This easily would be a 9.5 or even above if to feature legit thoughts all over the place. Yet, the music is so good that it would be a 9.0 even with Kermit rapping on the tracks.

Rating : 9.2 / 10

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