
(To start off our week, TheMadIsraeli reviews the lucky 13th studio album from Germany’s Kreator.)
Why the fuck do I seem to be in the minority for liking thrash metal in today’s scene? I think people have gotten too spoiled on pretentious, boring, modern metal like post-SYL Devin Townsend and Between the Buried and Me to realize what brutality or savagery is any more.
Thrash metal IS metal at its very core. It captures the essence of it, quantifiably, in such a way that I don’t understand how anyone could dislike it. The dislike of the vocals especially baffles me. Yeah, thrash vocalists who actually try to do bullshit like sing need to get the fuck out, but it’s beyond me when people fail to see the rabid ferocity in, like, you know, SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS AT THE RISK OF COMPLETELY DESTROYING YOUR VOCAL CHORDS!
Anyone who is willing to put their voice on the line for metal earns my seal of approval. What thrash vocalists such as Tom Araya do can’t be buffered all that much by technique. It’s the very reason he and some others sound like shit nowadays.
Mille Petrozza, though, has somehow managed to keep shrieking like a banshee without an end in sight and has never lost a bit of the venom in his voice. On the riffing front, his sword has also not dulled one iota either. He’s persisted against all odds with Kreator, who really, at this point, are just Mille and company in my view. Continue reading »


