With a little
delay we deal with the review of the Arizona band featuring St. Madness'
vocalist Prophet and Sacred Reich's legendary guitar slasher Wiley Arnett.
Just four songs compose this mini-CD, yet they are for sure enough to
establish a value about the band's capacities.
Opener "She's a Dream" is made of a heavy riff but
also a catchy break, following a genre pathway not too distant from
the more aggressive St. Madness', especially due to vocalist Patrick
Flannery's style. Basically they manufacture a kind of old-fashioned
US metal, rife with melodic solos and flowing into Thrash once in a
while; an interesting product which shouldn't make you turn away just
because it ain't innovative. I mean, True metal bigots suck but Nu-metal
fanatics too, so if you're a bit open minded and are into the NWOAHM
(new wave of American Heavy metal so popular in the '80's but with a
modern recording), you'll say fuck off to categories and won't be too
radical and grumpy.
That said, the following "It Wasn't Me" boasts lively
drumwork and a groovy refrain; not a bad song ever, owing to the fact
that it's enriched by an almost Megadethian rifferama and fiery vocals
between Anacrusis and early Phil Anselmo before he fucked up his vocal
cords, and I'm curious to listen to how new singer Ry will approach
The highlight of the CD and absolutely irresistible guitar- and vocal-wise,
"Godmode", contains a crushing circular riff, dissonant
rhythmics a là Down, and powerful epic vocals suitable both for
Manowar and Manilla Road fans and also for a wrestling match; the choice
for a few effected vocals couldn't have been more proper as for timing
and sounds, therefore that's why it represents the more modern side
of The Human Condition at their best.
Finally, a demolishing riff makes way for "Super Unknown",
a Heavy Rock composition concluded by a real Thrash metal riff, bringing
us to the good old times when "Surf Nicaragua" was
conquering people throughout all the world and was a synonym of killer
The more smartened up amongst you might object that the 4-piece is not
showing anything new, but they oughtn't to forget that the notes are
only seven and this remains a solid record of energetic and honest Heavy
Metal referring to a period when it wasn't a shame to sound positive
and undepressed. We're in 2005? It seems that for the Arizona act time
hasn't passed or doesn't matter at all, cos when you do an album like
this you don't do it for the charts but only for yourself and those
who share the same vision and attitude of music with you, period. I
like to think of them as a less Kissian and tighter version of St. Madness,
however the pith is that if you are a party beast and adore North American
Metal, you should give THC a chance.
MARKUS GANZHERRLICH - 20th April 2005