Voivod
Post Society

THE REVIEW

The Voivods are in a hurry at the beginning of 2016 because they need to introduce their bassist Dominique Laroche, aka Rocky, on record. The newcomer brings a respectable background to the sumptuous court of the unparalleled flying Canadians, one that even ventures into Blues territory. Once again, they're more than ready to amaze, with such an ease of writing that it borders on (as has happened numerous times in their endless musical career) absolute perfection.

Post Society is an EP of only five tracks but exceeds a total duration of thirty minutes. Four tracks written by the twisted hands of Away, Chewy, and Snake; with, additionally, a resounding cover of "Silver Machine," a memorable song by Hawkwind, at the end.

The cover, as usual crafted by drummer Away (how fond I am of this man!!), presents a stark desolate scene in black and white. A freehand drawing with ghosts and industrial smoke enveloping the band's logo in a deadly embrace. Death and destruction on planet Earth; on what remains of the planet Earth. They have totalitarian control over everything; they behave and act accordingly. They have been cornerstones of Heavy Metal history since their devastating beginnings. And after decades of service, they remain a bastion of consistency, dedication, integrity, and compositional freedom.

Those like me who know their career by heart have no doubt recognizing, from the first seconds of listening to the opening title track, a unique, my(s)tical, explosive style. And it is Rocky's bass that opens the long track, immediately setting it on the right path: Space-Thrash-Progressive played with the skill and "cleanliness" that are an essential trademark. Continuous tension changes, slowdowns with a solid Psychedelic breath; Chewy, bearing the burdensome and incredibly difficult task of replacing the legendary Piggy (R.I.P), is a raging river, flooding the song with a continuous series of oblique and ambiguous riffs that follow one after another from his guitar. The sound amalgamation is completed by Away, who seems to have eaten bread and dynamite, given the compulsive solidity of his drumming, and by Snake's appropriately raspy, acid, dirty voice.

Once again, I won't go any further; and I need nothing else for the highest marks.

Post Metal? I believe my answer is indeed affirmative...WE ARE CONNECTED...

Eternal, indestructible, projected into the black future: VOIVODDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!

Diabolos Rising 666.