Morningstar
Hell
[R.I.P.]
Sometimes I’m taken aback and I have to stop buying records for a while and
consider the musical validity or significance of retro black/thrash. I mean, what
exactly is the bloody point of a bunch of longhairs recycling 80s riffs and attitude
for a bunch of kids who have never heard Sodom or Kreator before, while
defaming the original memories of the bands by stealing whole riffs while not
adding any of their own passion into the music? Beats me. I have begun to spawn
a deep hatred for bands who just walk the walk, and don’t have the musical bite
to back themselves up, or the true-blue metallic attitude, resorting to thrashing
out songs with little to no passion or a deeper desire than making money from
the rampant trend.
With that said, it is with great pleasure that I say that Morningstar are one of the
few standing flag bearers of unwaveringly staunch, defiant, non-conformist
METAL.
Flared, drunken and with true attitude to boot, this is mindless, octane, yet
musically proficient thrash/power metal with Quorthon-esque barks, and boy
does it kick some serious booty. Full of references to the earliest Bathory,
Venom, the more rocky and riff-laden moments of Celtic Frost and several nods
to Motorhead and Razor, Morningstar has disowned any hints of black metal
beyond the music, and refuse to replicate Kreator and Hellhammer like the rest
of the thrash brigade. For that alone they deserve much credit and kudos, not to
mention the band members have the politically incorrect good taste to wear
Running Wild and Morbid Angel (Abominations of Desolation, no doubt) shirts
on the back cover.
Everything is kept to a bare minimum, no flashy crash accents or unnecessary
fills, efficient, chugging riffs that come in mountain-sized packets with the
occasional short solo pops it head out from the speed metal carnage.
Admittedly, these Finns are so stuck in the past you’d need a 4 by 4 crowbar to
wedge them out of their delusions, but they riff and bark out every note and
nuance that it just seems so easy to just forget and headbang. One complaint
though: in the lyrics, it is obvious that these guys have an obsession with the
shade of black , leather and spikes, why then, are they never decked in that attire
in any of the 190029407 pictures on the back cover and in the sleeve? Beats me.
Anyhow, this is top class, *essential* blackened thrash metal that truly ranks
alongside the likes of Scepter , Desaster and Warhammer. Definitely worth your
attention, and assuredly devoid of the trends and farce that have ridden this
genre for years.
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