Now that spirit marked by the Thrash of that time has returned with these magnificent
Ibicencos Open a beer, you don't know what's to come
Although it seems that the best of Metallica and Megadeth have put it in a Metal Scoop,
and these Apotropaic have come out, but be careful, without losing an iota of originality and freshness,do not get the wrong idea, they are a time bomb, giving a lesson tothese big bands, with an accurate left hook.Dust off your wristbands and bullet belts Prepare to break your cervical
shaking my head I ate a long time ago we started with this nuclear bomb,
the shock wave to reach the heart of all Thrasher. This brutal sonic madness begins
with "Party Of Death", from the first song we notice the energy that makes us move our heads, and
raise your fist, guitars that destroy our brain. Then we get "Under Control" that gives title
to this his second work and that without having recovered from the previous sound bomb,
they pepper us with this blast to the purest Thrash. We get "Voice Of Power", which at first
It seems that it gives us a small truce, although it is not a too fast issue, it keeps us in
tension and does not lose strength, it is only a semi-rest to prepare for what is to come.
"Something To Say" enters knocking the door with a kick, unloading all his arsenal destroying
everything in its path. It's a minefield and you don't know when you'll jump through the air. They come back with "The Hunter"
the whistles of the bombs make you in the middle of the action, your brain will explode into a thousand pieces with this matter. And without time to catch our breath, "Club 27" puts us in its sights and shoots us deadly Pure Metal. Thrash Metal invades his whole being. "08.It's Thrash, Not Fucking Trash" arrives and you take a breath,ready to ruffle the mane while the horns point to the sky, while the spikes of your wristband
They shine with blinding light and Metal takes over. And we come to the end with "Walking Out of Real",the last battle where a sonic torpedo finishes us off, and makes us see how damaged they are
our cervicals, And wanting more, Live the Circle Of Death are insured.
After this sound shrapnel hits me, I say goodbye and I hope you like it as much as I do.
Cheers and horns up.
Review by Leaviathan
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