Venom
Hell

Ok, this is the third review for this "Hell", but I think there's a need for a cool-headed opinion on an album unjustly trashed and classified as garbage by default.

First of all, let's ask ourselves this question: What are the elements that have always characterized the music of the Newcastle trio? I'll tell you; the extreme rawness, ignorance, and a good dose of cheekiness.

The other question is: Does "Hell" have the aforementioned characteristics? The answer is one and indisputable: Yes.

How can one not smile just by reading the titles of the 13 songs that make up the album, and by seeing the very tacky cover featuring the grinning goat that has accompanied us since the days of Welcome to Hell? How can one not feel immense sympathy for a band that doesn't give a damn about trends, evolving, or those who classify them as incapable buffoons and continues to write about Hell, Demons, Witches, Smurfs Sodomized by Satan, Satan sodomized by the Great Infernal Smurf, and so on?

How can one condemn an album that represents the essence of Venom? An album presumably composed in the studio amidst beers, burps, farts and recorded as best as they could, as if to say - Well, who the hell cares if they say the album is crap, we want to go around making noise, getting drunk, screwing and sacrificing hogs to Satan -.

Cronos rants as usual while his bass rattles like a speeding train, Rage admirably fulfills his duty with ignorant riffs and Antton dutifully pounds on a drum kit presumably made of laundry detergent barrels; These are Venom, take it or leave it. What did you expect from them? That they would learn to play and make a Progressive Polka album with Dream Theater and Maurizio Costanzo on the cover instead of the goat?

Personally, I expect a hearty half-hour of filthy and stinky headbanging metal as per the best tradition.

Take some time, relax, open a beer and let yourself be carried away by the carefree spirit and ignorance of Hell; I assure you that you'll appreciate it.