Its more lethal than receiving a nail spiked baseball bat to the skull 500 times. Its more deadly than 5 million piranhas ascending upon a scuba diving troupe. Its more tremendous than having to face the wrath of OVAH-KILL. This is the one of the greatest Thrash albums ever conceived, even better than Torture Squads Pandemonium. Hailing from Greece, Drunkard are so krieg that it hurts. So old-school that you would think they were stuck here in a time warp. This is THRASH of the highest order!
The riffs keep coming, exploding like an endless thunderstorm. The songs slay endlessly, like millions of razors descending upon a city of poseurs. Bassist/Vocalist Sawas barks out Metal Commands that would make Tom Angelripper himself stand and salute. The best thing to compare this to is Pleasure To Kill, but remove all the parts where emphasis is put on melody alone (you wont find anything like Riot Of Violence on here). Even so, the album is glazed with mind-fucking solos, and riff, upon riff, upon motherfucking riff.
Every song is an assault of violent, innards-ripping German-style Thrash that never cools down or softens up. The intensity is overwhelming. If you like anything remotely resembling Thrash--YOU WILL BUY THIS. YOU WILL GIVE THIS BAND MONEY. YOU WILL BANG YOUR HEAD UNTIL IT FUCKING FALLS OFF. Buy or Die, unless youre a Barry Manilow fan. 9.7/10
--J.P.
The riffs keep coming, exploding like an endless thunderstorm. The songs slay endlessly, like millions of razors descending upon a city of poseurs. Bassist/Vocalist Sawas barks out Metal Commands that would make Tom Angelripper himself stand and salute. The best thing to compare this to is Pleasure To Kill, but remove all the parts where emphasis is put on melody alone (you wont find anything like Riot Of Violence on here). Even so, the album is glazed with mind-fucking solos, and riff, upon riff, upon motherfucking riff.
Every song is an assault of violent, innards-ripping German-style Thrash that never cools down or softens up. The intensity is overwhelming. If you like anything remotely resembling Thrash--YOU WILL BUY THIS. YOU WILL GIVE THIS BAND MONEY. YOU WILL BANG YOUR HEAD UNTIL IT FUCKING FALLS OFF. Buy or Die, unless youre a Barry Manilow fan. 9.7/10
--J.P.