Review by Dominik on August 15, 2026.

Theoretically, reviews are all about objectivity and giving the reader some guidance. Right? Practically, that's impossible, as the information available about "Wiring Of Violence" impressively demonstrates. There is, however, one common denominator. Eradikated play thrash metal that leans far more toward the Bay Area than the European, or, more specifically, the Teutonic, version. So far, so good. After that, things get blurry. Depending on which review you read and whom you ask, the detected influences range from old-school thrash to modern thrash, the classic Slayer sound, while others hear traces of Death Angel, Exodus, Sacred Reich, and even Pantera or Trivium in the riffs. At this rate, someone will eventually discover ABBA influences hidden in the bass lines. Subsequently we're none the wiser and have just proven my opening statement. So, instead of pretending to settle the debate, let me happily add my 2 cents and thus another layer to the confusion.

Eradikated sound like Sodom. Okay, just kidding. The band clearly looks west rather than staying "at home" in Sweden. They are also wise enough not to sound like late Metallica, and within 32 minutes they rush us through nine songs plus one obligatory intro and outro, and for the most part they do so convincingly. Being the speed addict I am (just the music, Your Honor...), it's hardly surprising that the shorter and faster songs work much better for me. The slower ones occasionally try a little too hard to groove, "Again I Rise" immediately comes to mind, which, decades ago, should have been enough to revoke their license to be called thrash metal. Here my enthusiasm started looking for the nearest emergency exit. But enough nitpicking. Let me dissect the album for you.

After a genre-typical intro, "British Petroleum" arrives like a Molotov cocktail through a boardroom window and enters the stage as one of the album's highlights. Without carrying a single unnecessary gram of fat, the track is both lyrically and musically an accusation against the relentless exploitation of finite resources. The vocals come dangerously close to hardcore spite, while the guitars happily shred away, throw in a fitting solo, and before you know it, after barely two and a half minutes, it's all over and the damage is done. "Mortality" follows only slightly behind and approaches things with a somewhat more technical touch. Here, the vocals occasionally nod towards Tom Araya without ever reaching his unmistakable snarl. Roughly two-thirds into the song, the pace drops, and suddenly I understood why Slayer keeps being mentioned whenever people discuss the band's riffing.

"Culling" and "Tsar" are two more solid bangers. The latter in particular showcases the band's affinity for crossover. It sounds like a thrashier version of Municipal Waste after swapping a few beers for extra aggression, and not just because of its brevity. Generally, "Wiring Of Violence" occasionally emanates modern hardcore vibes, which doesn't muddy the waters but instead injects even more intensity into the music. The excellent production keeps these influences firmly under control, making them an integral part of the album rather than a deterrent. A final standout arrives with "Ashes", which alternates between blazing-fast riffs and double-bass-heavy reprieves. The fact that the vocalist sometimes sounds as if he's singing faster than he actually should only adds to the song's charm. I won't bore you with yet another guessing game about possible influences. This is another scorcher that deserves to be enjoyed, before somebody writes a doctoral thesis about one particular riff.

With only their second album, Eradikated prove that they know their trade. If there's one wish for the band's next release, it's this: take a few more risks. I'd simply like to see them play it a little less safe on album number three. Roughly a third into "Wiring Of Violence", the feeling sets in that you've already heard the band's entire arsenal, and what follows are slightly stronger or slightly weaker variations of the same formula. I'd also dial back on the mid-tempo groove. The music works best when the guys simply open the floodgates, let it rip and let the riffs commit violent acts against common sense. And in the end, that's exactly what my kind of thrash is all about.

Rating: 7.8 out of 10, because Eradikated wire plenty of violence into these 32 minutes. However, next time they should cut a few more cables before the safety inspector notices.