Bolt Thrower
...For Victory

THE REVIEW

I write Bolt Thrower and immediately add: obsessed with war, since their mid-eighties debut.

Among the first to codify Death Metal in Europe; they have never tried to change their approach and sound, feeling no need at all.

The incredible sunset last night (something never seen in Upper Piedmont) reminded me of the "warlike" cover of the fifth work by the English band.

No "rival" band from those years has been able to erect that oppressive jet-black canopy, that sense of inhuman destructive power that is derived from listening to each of their works.

Exhausting and incredibly powerful.

It's fair to say that ...For Victory doesn't reach the terrifying levels of the previous sacred war trilogy (Realm of Chaos, War Master, and especially The IVth Crusade); but it's an excellent perverse experience.

A sense of stasis hovers through listening to the entire album, a kind of repetitiveness because all the tracks are constructed in the same manner; the only downside of the Coventry quintet.

Mid-tempo of raw and unheard heaviness; like tanks advancing in their dramatic run without encountering barriers. They destroy everything, annihilate everything.

An epic and tormented sound that relies on downtuned and hyper-distorted guitars, a blistering double bass drum, a compact and present bass, and a voice laden with dark and rasping tones.

The title track and "When Glory Beckons" are the personal peaks of a stunning album overflowing with malevolent epicness in every groove...IN BATTLE THERE IS NO LAW!...

Diabolos Rising 666.