Having covered “Where no life dwells” and “Across the open sea”, it
only makes sense for ole Daembro to take on the middle album of
Unleashed’s early trilogy. Each of these monsters is near and dear to
me, so you’ll have to bear with a little hyperbole and overrating
throughout each review. The fathers of viking-based death metal were on
a fucken roll here, which nobody can deny. So DENY IT NOT.
Lean back in your armchair upholstered with the skin of the feeble,
slide your hand gently up and down your broadsword, and prepare for a
journey deep into the realms of classic Swedeath.
8.5. Right in between the more speedy/doomy template of “Where…”
and the death ‘n roll leanings of “Across…”. There are hints of punk
and of thrash throughout, but the dominant force is still that early
’90’s formula. Sloooow. More slooooow. Killlkillllkilllblast!
Slooooow. You know you love it. Life would not be complete without
this era’s stupendous output.
As for individual songs, I’m a bit less interested in the faster
ones unless they have a breakdown at the end for juxtaposition’s sake.
The most memorable tracks on here are the march-to-war call of “The
immortals”, the zippy cover of “Countess Bathory”, the prototype Nordic
assault of “Onward…”, and the infectious groove of “Bloodbath”.
Beautiful stuff, and you should know them all by heart.
9.5. Sounds pretty wunderbar to me. The production job gives each instrument room, and captures the worm-eaten decay of ZE KING OF GUITAR TONES
perfectly. Johnny Boy’s rasp takes center stage (where it belongs),
and the bass and drums each get their proper place in the spectrum.
Killer job, whoever. Dunno if this was remastered for the reissue with
“Across”, but given Century Media’s priorities these days I doubt it.
7.5. A riff or two in the faster songs are a bit boring, but for
the most part we are talking sweet axemanship. If Scandinavian raiders
had these guitarists throwing down the punishment before rushing into
battle, their success rate would have been higher. Vikings may have
dominated Western Europe. We might all be talking like that crazy
fucker from the intro to “Doom of man” by Kaamos right now. How, you
ask, would the guitars be electrified in those gloomy days of yore?
With mead, with Christian blood, with NEVERENDING HATE!
9.5. I am in love with the throat of Johnny Hedlund. I mean that
in the most sexual way possible. Duder has the pitch-perfect high growl
with plenty of phlegm rattling around in there to give his voice extra
venom. His occasional visits to Lower Growltown and the suburbs of
Spoken Toughword are superb as well. Not to mention you can understand a
large percentage of what he’s screeching about. Amazing talent
expertly applied. “Countesssss….. bafffffforrriiiiiiiii!”
7. Quality work on metal’s most neglected instrument. Thanks to
the production Hedlund can be heard, and he makes use of this mistake to
kick out the thumps. While there’s no insane Digorgio shit goin’ on,
the solidity of low tone performance also cannot be denied.
7. Easygoing, punky drums that occasionally slide into double bass
fury or lock into an awesome groove. The drumwork on “Countess Bathory”
is a sloppy pleasure, and the übergroove of “Bloodbath” would be
nothing without ‘em. I feel the drumming is a bit more distinct on the
debut and on the next album, but still would like to give kudos to
7.5. RISE! MY ARMIES! WITH POWER! FROM HELL! Fuck yeah. Chock full of evil festering morbidity and sometimes surprisingly well written content. Aaaand sometimes not…
Try to push us off the way
Here and now is the time to slay
The lowest form of human life
Are fashion wimps with lying eyes
Hate those motherfucken fashion wimps, for real. Their lying eyes
tell me they are interested in lovemaking, but their true interests lie
in naught but deception and fakery. Best lyrics have gotta be for
“Crush the skull” – high Christ-bashing value. The lyric/music
combination for “Onward into countless battles” pretty much encapsulates
Amon Amarth’s entire career.
2. Shitholes in the deep is more like it, am I
right fellas? Looks like my anus after three cups of coffee and a bean
burrito. IG has the pictures, he’ll show ‘em to you when you subscribe
to our website: http://www.howlinbowels.com. On topic. Of the early
Unleashed trilogy, clearly “Across the open sea” is victorious over the
pile of purple debut and this fudge tunnel embarrassment. Axel Hermann,
6.5. An excellent logo wasted by using some ooky yellow color and
plastering it onto the top of a weaksauce cave. Loki grins
sadistically, though the spiderwebbed power of this iconic image cannot
be totally overcome by the forces of chicanery and poor artwork.
Got this as a two-fer with “Across…”, so whatever I said about that one – go ahead and apply it to this one.
Shame on you for not having this already. What, you do have this
already? Well then… may Odin and Thor and Wayne Gretzky descend from
Valhalla and grant you rippling muscles and a hammer made of solid gold.
For those not currently flexing and swinging, you now have a mission.
Go forth. Visit your local record shop or Century Media’s website or
Amazon.com or something. Pick up all three of these early Unleashed
studio albums. Be cool, for once in your fucken worthless life.