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Rating: Three Bs to restart, even without fuel, because the fuel is as always the stolid rock’n’roll that continues to claim victims even in the lands of Scorched Sun, hence “Black Blood Boom” for the (AllMyFriendzAre)DEAD who are releasing their second album after a bunch of concerts where they have oiled the gears and fine-tuned the new beast.
This album is not a predictable replica of the previous one but rather an 11-stop journey into the group's imagination, among surfing episodes (We Kill X, Donnie B Good), languid gropings on the emergency lane (The Man Into The Cave, one of the tracks where a fantastic Farfisa organ also appears), r’n’r crusts on hot coals (Vagina Pectoris), tributes to the putative fathers by the big sons of bitches (the cover of The Witch by the Sonics). Nothing is missing to be defined as a second “adult” album of a growing band that is expanding the range of influences (the instrumental Funeral Blowjob would fit well in an action movie or a love and knives story), capable of delivering some great punch before wrapping up (the combative Piggy Popper but also Arramo Lincoln, which recalls the Queens of the Stone Age when they knew how to write good songs).
The wordplay in the titles remains, the stubbornness in preaching the rock word as immortal and remembering to be flesh and blood, that is, sinners. Back off, any messiah with the truth in his pocket, because this music can be played anywhere, in California as in Calabria, and the quintet of dead friends knows it.
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By WaltFango
Hellcome is an album that answers the question: can rock'n'roll inhabit a place where there are no rules, where one must be ruthless to survive and there are no guarantees for anyone?
The lyrics alternate between English and the Reggio dialect (but it would be more correct to say from the Piana di Gioia Tauro) as if it were nothing, and the funny thing is that it works.
