(TheMadIsraeli reviews the new self-titled album by Boston’s Revocation. For another opinion, check out BadWolf’s review here.)
I’m pretty sure I should be in the ER right now for all the bones I just broke moshing and headbanging to this album, but duty calls. Revocation’s S/T is pretty much the shit. Maybe more than the shit. Certainly their best album to date, most brutal, most technical, and just downright fucking nasty, grimy, and vicious in every way possible. Last year’s Teratogenesis EP in no way will have prepped you for this bad boy. It takes no prisoners, it shows no mercy, I’m still trying to figure out how they managed to make an album this malicious and rabid.
Revocation, along with bands like Vektor and Sylosis, have really proved that one of the few ways (maybe the best way) for thrash metal to achieve legitimacy in the current world is to completely assimilate itself into death metal frameworks with jazz influences and black metal touches. In fact, this may be the new standard. I mean yeah, I heap praise upon bands like Evile and Havok, but I have no problem also saying that, as good as they are, they still pale in comparison to bands like Revocation — because bands like Revocation are paving the way for the future of metal as we will know it.
I know some observers already consider Revocation to be a “death metal” band per se, but I entirely disagree. The band’s character is definitely more in line with thrash; the music is an organized anarchy, a barrage of Molotov cocktails and riot shields crashing into each other, the sound of civilizations collapsing beneath the frantic violence of life itself. Nowhere is this more evident than on their new self-titled opus. This record is chaotic as fuck and holds nothing but warriors’ pride in that fact. Continue reading »











