Ελληνικά
Last Updated on 02:14 PM by Giorgos Tsekas
Genre: Heavy Metal
Country: Finland
Label: Nuclear Blast Records
Year: 2015
I never liked them. Ever. My relationship with them was like the spinach in the army (in which again, prefer the spinach): a chore to fill my empty stomach (Tsekas, when I come to Trikala you’ll prepare for me a feast to atone for the torment). Look, something like that makes you hate the pennymen. Really, while listening to the album, I think the spectacular imaginary trajectory curve the disk creates from the company offices to the pissers or the border around the sidewalk trees, aunts let their poodles do their thing. Because, even an aunt in suit has a more macho attitude than this washy, nerveless, polished, white – collar heavy metal with these dauber female vocals that they wanna play. Such albums are responsible for the slump of the European power metal, which, never conquer my heart, but I appreciated it thanks to huge groups like Gamma Ray, Helloween (of course), Blind Guardian (yes dear cousin, Blind Guardian), Rage and many others. Send to them that bad – ass dude from Midnight, wearing a hood and holding the axe, to show them how to make meatballs and only then we’ll talk again. On such records, played flawlessly, with polished production, compositions directly for midday zone of trashy channels (Stephanos Chios I miss you), commonly on heavy metal diet, I grab my guts with bravery and yell making myself a stand on the table: NO MORE VEGETERIANS !!! And grab a coke (not a diet coke of course).
Y. C. My name is madness, and I will hunt you down in darkness … Less volume than the farts of a faint Chihuahua.
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