Review Summary: CHAMP IS HERE!!!!!!!
A lone figure is approaching ominously from the south. Decked out in pink skintight dolphin leggings, a totally authentic WCW championship belt that was most definitely earned and not purchased, necro grim Grumpy Cat corpsepaint, Cthulhu navel tatoos, chainmail head wear ala Scott 'Big Papa Pump" Steiner and two Danish daggers hanging from his codpiece, the menacing figure sexily lurches toward us in a vaguely all too familiar sprint/lunge manner. This startling presence reminded us of someone we knew, someone that used to frequent our hallowed grounds for many years before getting banished from the community for being way too metal. This couldn't be......could it? No, there's no way. He died on the cross. He was crucified while all his favorite pop albums were being burned in front of his very eyes. Without so much as a smile or a hand gesture this haunting figure began to recite the entirety of Light's stunning debut album The Listening and it was then that we knew that Balls To The Wall was back....back from the grave...back from the grave with a Bathory infused Madonna fueled vengeance.
There is not a more metal album title then..of Wolves, Women & War. There is not a more metal album cover then ..of Wolves, Women & War. There is not a more metal band name then Destroyer 666. These are all facts objectively. The name Destroyer 666 conjures images of raw, muscular power fueled by Satan and massive riffs, throbbing satanic cock passionately entering the canals of lustful women everywhere and sweet, sweet merciless death. The name ..of Wolves, Women & War conjures images of tremendously athletic sex with all of the babes in the world. The artwork of ..of Wolves, Women & War conjures up images of hulking wolfmen plowing through babe after babe in the all too awesome doggy-style position. It should come to the surprise of absolutely no one that this mini release would be brought to your virgin ears by the grimly titled Satan's Retaliation Productions. Featuring only three tracks, this E.P will blitzkrieg the *** out of you and leave you dazed, battered and broken after it finishes.
Destroyer 666 has made a name for themselves in the heavy metal spectrum for being ferocious riff lords in the name of Satan and this E.P is no exception. This is some of the rawest, most deviant and most pure, molten metal ever put to tape. Thousand's of Buddhist minds were imploded by the harrowing vocal techniques displayed by this tape, puritan colonies in the afterlife were extinguished for a second time by the unholy guitar tone of this record. Yeah, Destroyer 666 transcends the mortal realm known as earth. Every planet, every constellation, every society and every species can hear Destroyer 666's piercing low frequency and that is why the Draconians are too scared to declare war on us. With Destroyer 666 on our side humanity is spared from foreign assault. If anybody's going to destroy humanity it's going to be destroyed by the Australian deathlords Destroyer 666, not by some lowlife reptilian dildo clan who call themselves Draconians.
Production is aptly crude and barbaric, perfect for inciting flash mob warfare, rough consensual sex and trolling the public. No one is spared by the musical onslaught of ...of Wolves, Women & War. The guitar riffs slice through your skin and bone with deadly blackened precision. Then the solos come in like Gallagher and shatter your bones into a million tiny pieces. I call it the cut and crush tactic. The riffs cut you up and the solos crush you into nothingness. It works smashingly with the devastating rhythm assault. The drums and bass team up to double penetrate your soul with pure evil. The vocals on this E.P are some of the deadliest vocals known to man. Once again this is objective not subjective. K.K. Warslut is Satan's field general and as expected of such a highly respected position, KK Warslut puts on a show. He must have killed a bunch of honey badgers, grizzly bears and rhydons before recording his vocals because he sound's ***ing ferocious. He must have ingested their souls and bone marrow in addition to snorting their crushed bone powder because this is the sound of a man that is no longer a man but rather something more then a man. Like Spawn.
This is metal. Cold as the night, evil as the summer heat and as devastatingly violent as a bunch of coked up, hate mongering Onix's being let loose on a fat camp. If this gets your hammer hard then do yourself a favor and acquire this essential tape asap.