23 of 28 thought this review was well written
This is an album with true riffs and true grooves. It's like Pantera before they started playing groovy metal except not like Pantera in any way at all. The metal lives on. After Reign in Blood, Slayer didn't know what to do. They had made the fastest album ever and it was awesome. Their only choices were become a dance pop group (which would be the antithesis of what they were) or slow their *** down. They chose the latter and made one of the greatest yet most misunderstood albums in metal history. The rock lives on.
Metal. This album is full of it. Not only is it hard, but it's heavy. With these hard and slow riffs they employ on this album, they create something called atmosphere. Many bad bands try to have atmosphere, but some of those retarded bands have never heard this album. If you want hard jamming combined with hard and spooky jamming atmosphere, check out this hard jam album. It jams like mad. Hard.
The riffs. Riff. Feel the word. Smell it. Light candles, get out lotion. Put on South of Heaven. I own it on cassette and compact disc. Either format jams the fists. Dim the lights. Light another candle. Burn incense. Take some nutmeg, some cough syrup, anything you got in the house. Put on this album. Go insane with the grooves and spooky riffs. Play this album at Halloween. If you have a Halloween party and people show up, put on this album - people's anuses will spit blood and fire. The metal lives hard and true, and Slayer know this.
The lyrics are great. They attack religion and they love Satan. Couldn't ask for more in a classic hard riff album. The riffs are insane. Riff. Feel the word, smell it some more. You didn't feel it hard enough the first time I told you. Feel it again. And again. Now, breathe....ah. Feels good does it not? The feeling of riff comes true and personified completely in Slayer's South of Heaven. Never before has the fist rocked so tough.
The songs are true. The songs are amazing. Mandatory Suicide, the title track, even their fantastic cover of a fantastic Judas Priest song....they got groove and they got soul. Slayer are the Temptations of thrash. Tom Araya croons like a heavy metal Isaac Hayes. Kerry King is the dark bluesman of the crossroads. He is Robert Johnson, and Jeff Hanneman is Willie Dixon. Dave Lombardo? He is an African jungle man, beating on a tree to get his daily food, which is mostly insects and leaves and ***. Slayer have passion like the African slaves had passion for freedom. Love is everywhere. Feel the riff.