Ελληνικά
Last Updated on 09:25 AM by Nikos Nakos
Genre: Black/Thrash
Country: Australia
Label: Season Of Mist
Year: 2016
I truly love this band. I became familiar with Destroyer 666 via ‘Unchain The Wolves’; they grew on me with ‘Cold Steel… for an Iron Age’, ‘Phoenix Rising’ (‘I Am the Wargod’ diminishes many so called ‘epic’ metal anthems out there by being a brilliant metal holocaust opus) and with ‘Terror Abraxas’ EP (‘Trailed by Fire’ needs no introductions). With all these releases and along with the entirety of their discography, this band managed to represent for me everything I consider crucial, necessary and in the end of the day self – evident for the heavy metal genre: crudity, toughness, badassery, attitude, all of which would form a band no different than the thousand others out there, if it hadn’t been for the necessary musical background that acts as determining point supporting the band’s whole presence.
Destroyer 666 stand alongside the other gods – Gehennah – in my mind, though there’s a certain difference between the two of them. The latter serve STRICTLY the rock n’ roll genre by being utterly vicious and hairy drunken gits. Destroyer 666 on the other hand embrace all that elements with a profound epicness, therefore delivering a musical mix that’s even more volatile (well, that’s what at least applies to me, as I love Motorhead and Manowar equally – ok, I love Motorhead a bit more, move on dude!).
In this record, those Australian bastards have the ambition of making their name more approachable to listeners outside their current fanbase, who already have obtained or are on the way of ordering “Wildfire”. They’ve called to arms F.P. Kutchbach’s bass (from the incredible doomsters Procession) and, while they are faithful to the cholesterol majesty, kicking up the arse those wearing spandexes and shitting upon the altars of Saint Peter (hallowed be thy name), they bring the – well crafted – guitars a bit more in front of the drums ( I guess it’s their way of saying “this is how we roll, motherfucker, keep up or get the hell out of here) and deliver nine tracks that serves as middle fingers against the vegan armies who listen to Battle Beast and has fun with metal covers of disco tracks, which have pools and topless women in their video clips. The hammering is assisted by glorious moments of melodic leads, the vocals are a TINY bit curved preserving their acid quality and the result justifies in every way both the fans of the group and the clueless listeners that will invest his money in this release. The blastbeats are still alive, reminiscent of the black metal roots of the band, however, what kills us is the mix of those two with the bitter riffing and the epic outbreaks. Certainly ‘Wildfire’ isn’t Destroyer’s best record, but they actually don’t give a single fuck. Nonetheless, ‘Wildfire’ is considered one of the Top 20 releases of this year, since it’s an excellent heavy metal (essensially) album that keeps the fans of Poison (the Americans OF COURSE) and Stryper and the enemies of large quantities of garlic in their food AWAY.
5/6
