![]() ![]() Admittedly, its initial overt poppy-ness constitutes a major curve ball, but sit tight and stick around as it soon takes on a wonky, if not mesmerically deceptive, devilish charm. Imbued with an irresistible swagger and jibber-jabbing, floor quaking cadence liable to split heirs, this last never fails to fully assuage retroactively spawned proclivities for/from days long past, yet thankfully rekindled by the ever-spreading rule of our contemporary movement - Beethoven would be proud!Ĭarl's solos duly sizzle while varying in approach, be it midway through the tracks as they intermittently spring up like so many wildflowers (sue me!) - the band's take on "I Don't Know" feels much more developed, actually, than the Blizzard's ever did - or stunningly wrap things up with a crimson bow, like during the latter part of closer "Satisfaction Heaven", easily Wicked Callings' brightest instance. Elsewhere, however, the dial is cranked as the worm gets eaten abreast the line-driven knicker-scrunchers which are "Fatal Race", "Accelerated", and, jeepers, a wistful throwback if there ever was one, the ineluctably re-playable "Prove I'm Better". ![]() ![]() Still, it's not all grotty fulminations and party-flavored fretboard aerobics whence considering the mellifluous harmony inherent to "Silence of the Night" and/or "A Far Cry". I mean, as soon as WC's kick-ass opener "Can't Contain" broaches the veil with its auspiciously swelling shuffle and (s)mashing, boxy drums, am all in for the kill, especially to the tune of front lad Tom Hamström's gripping, lowdown, swerving vocal inflections and Carl Rudhede's craftily construed, lambasting guitar riffs fit for a king (of the rotten) or four.īattery-wise, bassist Vik(tor) Envall and skin swiper Erik Andersson do a mightily swell job of laying down crammed-the-frig out foundations akin to the rhythm sections of the bands enunciated above. Truly, this album rocks! For one thing, the production has a similarly thick, damp and "square" resonation as, say, that of Black Fate's Commander of Fate from '86 or perhaps Breaker's "wickedly" unknown In Days of Heavy Metal, from further back in '82 (when I still peeing my pants from chomping too much watermelon), which makes me want to crouch, jump and fight my way through the crowd, or find one should none be available. ![]() Speculation aside, I'm proud to announce both of these guys' full-lengths (including this year's equally solid, yet overly sophisticated sophomore) are presently rocking my top off, inside & out thanks to their super compact, as well as snarling, Megadeth-meets-Ambush-meets-Armour-meets-Cast Iron-meets something else (with a bit of Snakebite on the side) level of iron-headed will and fast-driving musicianship here comprised, within Wicked Callings - released digitally and on CD in 2015 under the same Swedish label responsible for Lechery's latest, Bleeding Music Records - of seven searing, arse-burning originals, in addition to so-so, but structurally sound, power ballad, alongside two decades past vintage reprises - one by Double "O"/Randy Rhodes at their apogee, the other, well, by none other than Kairos themselves, as I was initially tricked into taking it for a Ratt, Motley Crue or Twisted Sister cover. Packing one helluva punch (to the crotch) following Enforcer's tepid-at-best Zenith release in May is Gothenburg's plainly named Kairos, a four-man juggernaut which allays our collective fears in regards to Sweden's seemingly waning traditional heavy metal scene. ![]()
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