Riders Of The Wasteland
Review by Alex on May 23, 2020.
I wonder, does this record come with a lyric sheet? It'd be quite interesting and amusing for that matter, to read the script in an attempt to make sense of what's being exclaimed, when lining it up with the vocal savagery on Riders of the Wasteland by Violent Hammer. Also, I think 'Raiders' of the Wasteland would have been a more suitable title for an album this sort, judging by both the cover artwork's artistic direction and overall music accompanying it.
Barbaric, prehistoric, caveman remnants; impulsive at its core, Riders of the Wasteland displays no restrain; some song influences, can be traced back to fellow countrymen Archgoat, a tiny bit of Beherit and maybe a slight touch of Crurifragium. However, the band's own DNA can be heard through the shabby production and the vicious attack, predicated by all facets but primarily the vocals. You pick a random word associated with this genre and it would be an accurate description of the foul mentality represented. Bestial howls, deranged drumming and psychopathic riffing, Riders of the Wasteland is a face-down hammering, nail to nail, stone to stone.
Riders of the Wasteland is not the kind of record you could rate based on diversity, song-structure or any of that nerdy shit; instead, this is the kind of thing you'd find more comfort and gratification in when making comparisons to a fucking ogre. 'Death Squad' is an undomesticated advance made towards all witnessing the musical mauling. Already devastated by the clobbering, 'Annihilation (Victims of Bomb Raid)' proceeds to add salt to a still bleeding wound with a dreaded downpour of mostly mid-paced doomy snare punctures. '(Trapped) in Depths', treats you like a fat slob of bloody stake and rips you apart with a Polynesian shark-tooth sword after being tenderized by a hand-crafted Neanderthal club.
The album as a whole is primitive; take the vocals for instance, analyze the way it gives some account of how the first words uttered by man were so undeveloped and fossilized. Meanwhile the guitars and drums bare resemblance to a mud-hut put together overnight. Not to say the musicians lack the virtues of composing technically and/or rhythmically enjoyable songs, but that has no purpose on something this sort and Violent Hammer gets that.
Riders of the Wasteland is not meant for you to sip tea to or have a vegan lunch over, this is for the men that live in the gym, have a high intake of calories and despise shaving or anything that has to do with appearing presentable, approachable/hygienic. Metal for Man. A true ancestral beat down. Sasquatch would be proud.
Rating: 8.8 out of 10586