Review By Jeff Black
4/5 Dragons
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Hey hey! You remember RIFFS? These Virginian maniacs do. They even took the time to write a few of their own, good and proper like, instead of bastardizing Priest’s Defenders of the Faith for the umpteenth time like a few spandex-clad upstarts I could name. This album is heavy. This album is ugly. Singer King Fowley (putting it loosely) snarls and spits out ten tales of violence and force whilst the rest of the group (including Jim Hunter from Twisted Tower Dire/While Heaven Wept) puts their axes to work with a cauldron of scalding elbow grease, cranking out chords that go straight to your thighs before splitting your kneecaps with the sharp objects hidden under their vintage tees. A couple of tracks past the halfway point kinda run together but it’s still nastier than rotting pumpkins. Just buy it. “The House Where Evil Dwells” and the title track are my choice cuts.
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