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Rating: 6:30 in the morning; as usual, the day isn't off to a great start, weather-wise. There's a saying where I'm from: "If Cistella has its hat, get your umbrella." I watch the mountain, which nearly reaches three thousand meters and is still quite snow-covered, and I see its summit wrapped in menacing black clouds that don't bode well. I was planning on going for a bike ride, but the risk of rain keeps me inside; I need to critique an album.
Once again, I'm in the realm of the Warrior Soul, led by the erratic Kory Clarke; they've freed themselves from the contractual ties of "Geffen Record" and joined the label "Music For Nations." The lineup has also been revolutionized, with John Ricco departing from the six-string and being replaced by the rather unidentified X-Factor.
The previous album "Chill Pill" saw the band exploring psychedelic-narcotic paths quite distant from the belligerent sounds of their early days. With the new work, they return to a more aggressive side of their sound. An album that travels fast, compact, and sounds damn Punk. But a bit too monotonous with guitar riffs repeated endlessly that become boring in the long run; and it's not good for me to reach this conclusion, given the Warriors' past. Unfortunately, you can feel the absence of John, a guitarist who knew how to ignite the songs properly; and Kory's voice is flat and monotonous, another negative signal. They are in no way compensated by the audience, with ridiculous sales.
After all that has been said, it's easy to conclude that there's no point in mentioning individual songs. They are carbon copies of each other except for the last track "Fightin' The War" where, as if by magic and completely unexpectedly, they return to those Hard & Acid roads that had made them semi-famous in the early nineties. And the ghost of Jane's Addiction reappears on the horizon.
The very poor sales push Kory to suspend the band's activity for a few years; he will return with other projects and eventually resurrect the name Warrior Soul. But he won't be able to repeat the sonic wonders of the first three albums.
It's started raining here; Italy's pissoir never disappoints!! I'm going back to bed, it's better that way...ASS-KICKIN'...
Ad Maiora.
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