Thursday, 19 September 2013

Satanic Dystopia - Double Denim Shotgun Massacre - Review

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.