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Rating: Sometimes it's good to switch off the brain.
The important thing is not to throw it too far and to remember where you've placed it. A bit like house keys, in short.
Out with the worshippers of psychedelia applied to rock.
Out with the perpetually frowning adherents of depressive doom.
Out with those who always have their house keys with them, perhaps well secured with funny strings to their pants.
In with deranged hobos, sleeveless and tattered just enough.
Ordinance belly fully visible, fist in the air and semi-cervical paralysis due to furious headbanging.
The Orange Goblin are damn hard metalheads by now. No doubt about it. They haven't forgotten everything about their past, no, they haven't. If you're crazy enough (I trust you, dear readers), try to imagine the Motörhead on mescaline doing karaoke over a Sabbath 33 rpm (let's say Vol. 4?). But played at the wrong speed. Now give the volume knob a good twist, and we should just about be there. The music of destiny has become the music of the gut, since here it's the belly that will be bombarded by the English quartet. Every now and then they'll try to fool you, some stoner-doom turns maybe placed at the beginning of a track, but there's no going back now. Before the middle of the song, the damn heavy metal explosion will arrive.
In closing, "Beginners Guide To Suicide" will grant you the pleasure of grabbing your beloved joint again and relaxing amidst a familiar Southern atmosphere that feels as much of peace and serenity as a Tob Hooper film.
Those who long hoped for a return of the Oranges to their early sounds will inevitably be disappointed. Worn-out psycho, half-saved. Those who fall into the "out with it" categories one, two, and three can safely add various manifestations of disgust and/or disdain to the disappointment. To the deranged hobos, sleeveless and tattered, it's known, almost anything goes as long as the noise is a lot and the beer is cold. And, notice, they always seem to have a hell of a lot more fun than you do.
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