It always seems strange when your idols venture into unexplored territories (for them). Even stranger when it's done by people so attached to history as they are responsible for history itself.
They don’t do it for success or money, but simply because they find themselves in a position to do so... Let's say they can afford it (or at least they believe they can)... Let's also say that, due to internal upheavals, some historic bands are prompted to change and conduct experiments they have long considered.
However, this change is not always welcomed by everyone as a positive upheaval... Many find themselves having to contend with angry and disappointed fans who bring the band back down to earth to reconsider their choices. Let's be honest: Regardless of how much positive history one might have, no one can afford to consider themselves untouchable and believe that anything can be received as manna from heaven (who said Metallica?).
A striking example of this in the Heavy Metal universe was, around the turn of the new millennium, the Judas Priest.
A fundamental band for the birth and development of Metal itself, founded 35 years ago when Metal was still an undefined and unexplored project, hinted at in part by a few pioneers and brave innovators (I won’t name names, everyone knows them). The Judas Priest have contributed from the beginning (though influenced by Rock’n’Blues in their early musical steps) to create and define the world of Metal as we know it now (“Sad Wings Of Destiny” 1976, is considered by many the first true Metal album in history).
It's pointless to reiterate the historical importance of albums and songs from which all subsequent bands would draw names and inspiration for their music... Let's just say that the greatest merit of Judas Priest has been to never retrace their steps, to never staticize on a well-defined musical choice, always evolving the sound they proposed, while remaining always anchored to a certain style (created by themselves), trying to expand and vary their proposal, as if they wanted to meticulously define the entire universe of classic Heavy Metal where all other bands would move... In short... Like a “God” (Metal God) who created the realm for their “children”. In essence, it seems that Judas Priest created Heavy Metal and have (in part) developed (almost) all possible variants within the (“classic”) Heavy Metal itself. In their career, they have thus modified their music while remaining always attached to a musical proposal they helped to shape... This until 1997.
In 1997, indeed, after years of silence, due to the loss (for personal disagreements) of their most identifying element (the legendary singer Rob “The Metal God” Halford), they do something unexpected... They enlist a young talent with iron lungs (Tim “Ripper” Owens), who previously played in a Judas Priest cover band (British Steel), and they create what is considered the “album of discord” with their fans: “Jugulator”.
Critics are divided: some (few) see it as a masterpiece giving new life and setting new horizons for the Priest's music, while others (many) dismiss it as a complete misstep begging for the return of the great Rob and accusing them of selling out and losing their way.
But how does this “Jugulator” sound? Well, let's say it sounds “strange”... Especially when compared to what the band had done previously.
Indeed, it must be pointed out right away: this work does not belong (as we were always accustomed by the Priest) to the “classic” Heavy Metal universe.
It is more of a strange (courageous) experimentation-contamination of various aspects (Metal) that have little to do with classic Metal: electro-industrial parts, references to evolved Thrash Metal with excursions into a kind of hyper-aggressive and sharp Nu-Metal... Gone are the metallic gallops, gone are the frantic chases of the two guitars in whirlwind solos, gone is the genuine and pulsating rhythmic section in favor of a more “modern” sound and, in a certain sense, much nastier, more violent, and “sharp” (with tight tempo changes and an incredible and emphasized drum work by the granite Scott Travis)... An incredibly compact, powerful, and solid sound where melody is used more sparingly than in the past... A sound that, I must say, at times (few) closely resembles that of the massive “Demanufacture” by the great Fear Factory.
This was the album that the good Glenn Tipton (guitarist and leader after Rob’s departure) had in mind for a long time and that the line-up change (and his incredible Super-Ego) allowed him to put into action.
At the beginning, back in 1997, I must say that I really liked the album... I had never heard the Priest so fierce and technical, and I was quite fond of the new singer... But then, as time went on, my enthusiasm waned more and more... Let's say I understood the true value of this record.
By this, I don't mean that it’s a bad record, and I absolutely distance myself from those who claim that it’s merely “authentic garbage”, I’m simply saying that, in my view, this is a “disposable” record.
Let me explain... A “disposable” record is one that uses immediacy and frontal impact as its best weapon, and then fails to maintain the exciting expectations generated by early listens, resulting in becoming more and more predictable (many Power Metal records, for example, suffer from the “disposable” complex).
That doesn’t mean the album is sterile and insipid, on the contrary... Inside we can find very successful and decidedly catchy tracks, such as the devastating title track (which seemed to me, however, since the beginning an attempt, not completely successful, to reproduce the winning formula of “Painkiller”) or the (very long) concluding piece with an almost “evocative-spiritual” flavor “Cathedral Spires”; but also pieces like “Death Row” (with the memorable initial phone call), “Burn In Hell” (with its overwhelming crescendo), “Blood Stained” and “Bullet Train” (which distantly recall the old “Priest Style”) manage to be appreciated for their dynamism and destructive charge...
It's a pity that all of this is inextricably linked to a significant tendency to flirt with modern-metal sounds that have little to do with the group's twenty-year history and that even less suit the (limited in this realm) capabilities of our dear ones... Not to mention much less successful pieces where repetition reigns supreme along with a good dose of boredom (“Dead Meat”, “Decapitate”, “Brain Dead”, “Abductors”)... Plus, even within the more successful moments, there is the impression that something is off and that much more attention was paid to the form (stratospheric production) than to the substance. Tim's voice is indeed powerful and endowed with great extension (probably even better than Rob’s in the lower and darker parts), but it cannot be compared to Halford's for interpretation and pathos.
It almost seems that the late millennium Judas Priest, after looking around for years and listening with eager interest to the new and innovative metal proposals from post-thrash bands like the (already mentioned) Fear Factory, Machine Head, Grip-Inc et cetera, wanted to show that they too were capable of re-proposing themselves and reaffirming their diva role within Metal. It's just a shame they didn't succeed, partly due to incapacity (in that field) and partly due to unsuitability.
All this brings us to the crucial point: why does this album ultimately result in being a (very) mediocre work?
Contrary to what many think, I believe the problem does not lie in the fact that Judas Priest changed style and sound with this “Jugulator” (I am convinced that ranks of fans would have cried scandal even if they managed to produce a magnificent album but not pure Heavy Metal)... The problem is that this “Jugulator” is, very simply, an uninspired and tragically inconclusive album, that offers no new insights and isn't even a summary of what Metal could be at the end of the (last) millennium... This regardless of the musical territory (Post-Heavy-Thrash) in which this work moves (I would have been the first to appreciate a successful genre change).
Finally a warning about the cover: is it possible that in seven years of inactivity and time, and with all the work for the production, they couldn't manage to create a cover that doesn’t look like it was drawn by my (possessed) cousin??? There is probably a reason... But we are not given to know.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Jugulator (05:51)
Now let's see what you're made of
He is coming, you can't run
Violators that get caught
Will wish that they'd never been born
Exterminator
You are dead
Mutilate
Sharpened razor
Takes your head
Jugulator
Predit hater
You are trapped
Decimate
Desecrator
Your neck snapped
Jugulator
Jugulator he is near
Attracted by the stench of fear
Part demonic part machine
Hungry and it's time to feed
Iron claws and fangs of steel
Dripping from his tasty meal
Now it's time to jugulate
Feel your skull disintegrate
Jugulator killing time now
Reaches in and rips your spine out
Violator
Big mistake
Mutilate
Vindicator
Rib cage break
Flesh and bones
Are massacred
Jugulator
Desecrator
Jugulator
05 Decapitate (04:39)
Your head
You will lose it
Severed
When executed
You always thought
You'd never get caught
Decapitate
Sealing your fate
Rebels
Futile efforts
Are quelled
With effective measures
The sentence is read
Word that you dread
Decapitate
Walk through hell's gate
You've lost your head sir
Well you will tomorrow - sleep well
This court's
Best deterrent
To set
New precendents
The verdict of course
Couldn't be worse
Decapitate
Example be made
Decapitate
Will seal your fate
07 Brain Dead (05:24)
Turn me off
Pull the plug
Leave me with some dignity
I am not
What I was
And I don't need the sympathy
Alive inside me
No one can hear me
Brain dead
I'm not
Brain dead
Sentenced
Forgot
Paralysed
In my shell
Enduring every
Endless day
Immobilized
On my back
Aware of everything
They say
Extricate me
Eliminate me
Brain dead
I'm not
Brain dead
Drip fed
Forgot
I can't blink my eye or cry
Or even speak
They crowd around my bed
Condescending words are said
Thinking I don't hear or know
What is going on - Hello!
Can't you suckers hear my cries
From inside I'm still alive
It's my decision to abort
Turn off the goddamn life support
Let me pass
From this world
So I fade away in peace
Comprehending
Unrelenting
Brain dead
I'm not
Brain dead
Sentenced
Forgot
Brain dead
I'm not
Brain dead
Drip fed
Forgot
08 Abductors (05:49)
They come at night and they infiltrate you
They paralyse and they mentally rape you
Expressionless they disintegrate you
The probe your soul and desecrate you
Abductors - will bleed your mind
Abductors - cutting inside
They come for you in the night
They strap you in-struments laid before you
And powerless begin to explore you
You scream in pain but they just ignore you
The bring machines and they drill and bore you
Abductors - cutting inside
Abductors - drinking your mind
No-one believes that you
Were chosen from few
Defiled and abused
By alien rituals
You wake in fright there in your room
You better hope your memory fails you
A lower form of life to them
Just one more blood experiment
Abductors - will bleed your mind
Abductors - cutting inside
They come for you in the night
You wake in fright there in your room
You better hope your memory fails you
A lower form of life to them
Just one more blood experiment
They send you back and disorientate you
A lesser race they discriminate you
Whatever said will incriminate you
No-one believes
The sceptics laugh an annihilate you
They dig you out and they excavate you
Authority and even God forsakes you
No-one believes
Hey maybe I am just a liar
09 Bullet Train (05:11)
Sunrise showing every flaw
Paying for the night before
Dark eyes, scanning every vein
Exploding - cannot stand the strain
With each new mile They death defy me
Standing on trial Scrutinize me
And questionize my
Strong denial
Bullet bullet bullet train
Piercing through my brain
Windows illuminating stains
Breakdown closing in again
Freefall as I close my eyes
Voices talking many lies
Changing my course Blurred and scorched
Breathing exhaust As we distort
By gravity
Of such G-force
Bullet bullet bullet train
Piercing through my brain
Breakdown close my eyes
Voices talking many lies
Stained glass bursting in
Shattering my world again
Freefall but never can
Ever reach the ground again
Dark eyes scanning in
Feel my mind explode within
Wanting much more I implore you
Near to death's door To ignore
The screams of all
Who fall before
Bullet bullet bullet train
Piercing through my brain
Bullet bullet bullet train
Piercing through my brain
Bullet
10 Cathedral Spires (09:17)
They have blown away the daylight hours we had
Left a legacy, a deadly aftermath
We cannot exist in godforsaken lands
As we spiral down into oblivion
Breathing the fumes of fires that they ignite
Losing ground and we are all just losing sight
We shall never see another setting sun
Time to rise up and ascend, the end has come
No more willpower
Choked by hell fire
Darkness above
Blackening out the sun
Gripped by steel claws
Corrosion eating us
So before we're all devoured
Time to rise up and retire
In cathedral spires
Watching as the world expires
From up amongst the clouds
In cathedral spires
No names
No graves
No prayers
Can save us
Ashes to dust
Doomsday's upon us now
It cannot be stopped
Genocide all is lost
Oh! We're so tired
Time to rise up and conspire
In cathedral spires
Watching as our world expires
From up above the clouds
In cathedral spires
Jaws of corruption
Swallow us as one
Consuming every nation
Evoke resistance getting none
Complete disintegration
No good to defend
There can be but one outcome
We are no more - ascend
Vaporized fury
Offers no sanctuary
Oh! We're so tired
Time to rise up and retire
In cathedral spires
Watching as the world expires
From up amongst the clouds
In cathedral
In cathedral spires
Oh! We're so tired
Watching the world expire
Time that we retire
Up in cathedral spires
Oh! We're so tired
Watching the world expire
Time that we retire
Up in cathedral spires
Oh! We're so tired
Watching the world expire
Time that we retire
Up in cathedral spires
Oh! We're so tired
Watching the world expire
Time that we retire
Up in cathedral spires
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