Satanic
Dystopia is a Northern Scum Black Thrashing Metal from the UK.
The members are: Turner/Cox/Lawrence/Osta
Satanic
Dystopia hail from the North of England and have formed a
trans-pennine alliance to bring their particular brand of
black/thrash/punk metal-esque filth to the masses. Samples usher in
the kind of music which should have soundtracked cult classic revenge
movie Rolling Thunder. If only cross genre underground metal had been
around in the 70's, eh?
The
title track gives way/crashes into “Steel Breeze” where messy 1-2
thrash/blast beats roll out of the speakers with a cascade of thick
nasty riffs. Front man Al Osta's vocals are as unpleasant as every
other release he has leant his dulcet tones to; a bearded misanthrope
with a grudge against the modern world is how he appears, sounds and,
indeed, how he is. “Nuclear Nightmare” brings a heads down
approach that would not be out of place on one of the more recent
Darkthrone albums. Or one of the old Venom albums.
“Blood,
Spit and Concrete” makes an aural representation of those three
elements of city living and creates a fair hurricane of noise-
complete with devil worshipping samples, no less. The impressively
titled “Bastard Squad 666” is a deeply unpleasant d-beat horror
fest. “Tombstone Queen” brings with it some dynamics and tempo
shifts before Black Stallion exits the traps at a modest clip before
stomping rough shod over any notion you may have had that the record
might ease up a bit.
The
band's theme song empties the final clip, leaving perhaps one in the
chamber for yourself after the madness subsides. Surprisingly a piano
opens. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't last long as a cascade of power
leaves your speakers for dead. Nasty stuff indeed, right to the final
bell. The whole band plays fantastically- right on the money;
aggressive, powerful and almost out of control.
By
the end of the record you should have done your push ups and pull ups
and be sharpening your knives in readiness for the mass murder you
have now decided to carry out rather than just plan.
Face
it, when music is this hate filled, this concussive, this inspired...
you may only have one recourse.
Words
by :
Richard Maw
You can check this great band from links below.
BandCamp
