Review Summary: THRASHIN TILL DAWN, FEEL THE DARK MARK OF DARKNESS PIERCE YOUR SOOOOOOULLLLLL.10 of 10 thought this review was well written
Tis the season to be jolly. 2010 is just about over yet the lingering scent of METAL is never too far behind. The year has been great all around for metal. Death metal, black metal, doom metal, doom/death metal, blackened death metal, drone metal, post black metal, you name it. Except power metal but that’s pussy *** compared to the stuff I’m talking about. There have been so many killer Satan praising masterpieces that have ripped my face off for the past 11 months that the sheer lack of thrash metal had seemingly been forgotten. Not anymore however. Volcanic Slut is here to *** your *** up.
Hailing somewhere around Florida and in all likelihood taking their name from an awesome Sodom song, Volcanic Slut play a fast and furious brand of thrash metal that’s hasn’t been seen in awhile. Due to all the Gama Bombs, Municipal Wastes and retro thrash bands clogging the scene. Blasphemaster is the band’s first official release, a six minute appetizer designed to drill a hole into your head and then skull *** you until an inevitable full length appears out of the mists. One can only hope that Cthulhu heeds their mighty call because the world is destined for an outbreak of madness if Volcanic Slut becomes more prolific.
Band members are currently unknown but who gives a flying ***. Volcanic Slut hack and slash with the rage of a Viking who’s village was just decimated by other Vikings. For six minutes you are treated to hi-octane thrash of the most brutal caliber. Drums pound away at the listener’s senses with quick fills and lighting snare hits while the guitars instill fear into your family’s hearts with violent, down-tuned riffing and manic soloing that would make your grandmother throw up. Vocals are completely unintelligible, adding on to the chaos of the maddening environment. The growl/yell combo is one of a bestial predator headhunting for vengeance after his tribe was desecrated. Coming after you like a hound out of hell, or a chupacabra waning to suck the life-force out of a goat, Volcanic Slut pull three quick punches and your on the floor. DEADER THAN DEAD. If you’re a fan of awesome metal then you need to hear this immediately. But if you happen to be one of those BTBAM/Converge aping flamers that infect sputnik's elite concubine, you can *** off.