The Slayer have broken up.
They have, so it seems, concluded their career with a concert in Los Angeles on November 30th last year.
I have a few minutes at my disposal, hoping that the internet connection holds...it's been a drama to connect to Debaser from here for a few days, damn it.
So let's start right away, and I'm royally pissed off for a number of reasons, among which what was written on the homepage that turned my stomach and gave me acid reflux...it made me feel sick.
And when I feel this bad, with anxiety and paranoia that abound during the holidays, that's when I need violent Music, sound thrashing auditory assaults. I need the Slayer...damn it.
Repentless Killogy is a double live CD recorded again in Los Angeles in August of 2017.
Jeff Hanneman is no longer here, having passed on to a better, or worse, life.
Dave Lombardo left the band a long time ago.
But the replacements Gary Holt and Paul Bostaph get their claws out and strike dead.
The years pass and you can tell; especially in Tom Araya's vocal performance; he's lost that killer tone that made him famous. For more than 30 years he screamed into a microphone, ruining his voice and vocal cords. But all this doesn't matter to me.
Because the 21 tracks are authentic slashes, deadly cuts played at the usual insane speed. A Thrash Metal that has no comparison. No band can come close to the blind fury generated by the four horsemen of the Apocalypse...Evil in music...
I've read so much "bullshit" online about this live. Many claim that they no longer have the strength of their beginnings, that they perform a task without infamy and without any praise...I think differently, in the most absolute way.
I could sit here for hours recounting the sensations I derived from listening to the band. But it's perhaps entirely useless...and besides, I don't have much time as I said...I'm tired and sleepy...
And so it suffices for me to mention the last SIX tracks that are played one after another, without interruptions, without Tom Araya announcing (as he usually does) the titles: this time it is not necessary.
32 minutes of luciferian chaos: Seasons in the Abyss, Hell Awaits, South of Heaven, Raining Blood, Chemical Warfare... there's still one more.
It can only be ANGEL OF DEATH...
Anyone who knows the band has understood everything, has realized that there's nothing else that needs to be said.
Thank you for everything Slayer; thank you also for the many knocks received at your concerts...at least six (again the number of the devil...) if I've counted correctly.
The SLAYER have broken up...Life's a bastard...POSTMORTEM...
Now it feels better, not by much, but better...WAR ENSEMBLE...
Ad Maiora.