Voivod
Kronik

Damn filthy!!! I had almost finished the review... I was just missing the conclusion.

I don't know what the hell I did, but I typed something that shouldn't have been typed... and I messed it up. The review disappeared.

Curses and swears, Saints and Apostles shouted at the top of my lungs (still working just fine...)

I'm back to work trying to rewrite it quickly... I have a good memory (also still working just fine...).

So, where did I start... ah yes, here it is...

I say Voivod and I immediately write PERFECTION!!! Never a wrong album in 35+ years of career. Psychedelic-mutant, evolutionary, space Thrash Metal.

14 albums released that have always captivated me.

But the positive notes end here because even they released something that left me partly stunned and perplexed.

It's the collection Kronik, from 1998, divided into three distinct sections. Horrible cover, music... I'll write it now, just a moment of patience.

The first three tracks are remixes of previously released songs; inserts of exaggerated electronics and various samples, as becomes evident in the opener Forlorn. In the '90s, it was quite common in the more extreme Metal to dabble with electronics. With mixed results. On the one hand, more than positive experiments like those of Fear Factory and Godflesh. Unfortunately, Voivod demonstrate not being very adept with synthetic bases and music, despite the presence of Foetus in the control room. Thumbs down also for the two subsequent songs.

Things improve, but not too much, in the second part which features four unreleased tracks or songs that only came out for the Japanese market.

Ion shines through. And here their primordial Thrash, which looks back to the '80s and pushes towards the masterpiece Killing Technology, dominates. A bomb, a blow, a virulent ride where they once again show they're not afraid of any confrontation. Dominant...

We arrive at the last part where four more compositions recorded live are featured.

And here's where the personal ovation kicks in, the standing ovation: Astronomy Domine (cover of a group whose name I can't remember... hahahahahaha... what a joker I am) and Nuclear War. I start shouting again, this time enjoying it like a madman, like a possessed person given the immense scope of the minutes flowing right now, 6:10 PM, on my player (luckily, the ladies are upstairs and don’t shout at me to lower the volume in return!!!).

I'm done, finally... now I'm calm... more or less considering the times...

Diabolos Rising 666