Holy Terror
Terror and Submission

Terror and Submission

Terrible and current words

The Cross stands before us: the beginning and creation, the origin of space-time. Clinging to it is he: the Serpent.

He has grown two arms, clinging to the wood irreverently and challenging us with his gaze; the vital forces that dominate him have awakened: they can bring wisdom and healing, a new caduceus given to man, or destruction and venomous death.

The Holy Terror tells us of the latter possibility, and with instruments of electric and distorted power, they become heralds of destructive force. Metallic outpours and whistling clamor, driven in rapid rides along the sound barrier, overwhelm us. The raw and rough noise of one who has lost certainties and runs madly without caring about anything. The 1980s metal projected into a dead-end towards death, briefly caresses thrash, a disruptive and innovative force at the time, yet crashes into it and returns to the paths traced by the NWOBHM years earlier, finally derailing and crashing in the middle of the desert. Singer Keith Deen's screams are clear and conscious of the end, emphasizing every single word; the resemblance to Martin Walkyier from Sabbat is at times very marked, but Holy Terror remains on a more desperate level. They are the perfect soundtrack for journeys along the roads of post-nuclear, or post-pandemic hell. Probably Darkthrone would appreciate it a lot, it's precisely the music they play lately.

Holy Terror: you think and ponder while driving with your V8 Interceptor toward the sunset in search of hope, seeing the carcasses of three-cylinder Euro-7 utility cars and washing machine-engined, exploded-battery cars. In the rearview mirrors, He is always there. Chasing you with vast bat wings spread, an enormous shadow that hates all that runs free on Earth, his eye sees everywhere, and his hatred never ends. Perhaps he will manage to catch you, or perhaps not; you will still be able to challenge him and look him straight in the eye, making him understand that you will never bend the knee, you will not be chained, you will die free and without a collar no matter how events unfold.