HELLRIPPER
The Affair Of The Poisons
PEACEVILLE
Black-thrash adrenaline pumped direct into the heart of the darkness
James McBain’s second album as Hellripper is blackened thrash perfected. It pilfers the wild solos and hammer-ons from Kill ’Em All, borrows Venom’s rock’n’roll Satan-baiting, and steals the snot-covered punk straight from Motörhead’s pockets - all screamed like a badger-faced black metaller, played like Kreator at their tightest. Throw in subtle, early Cradle Of Filth keys under Savage Blasphemy; close it with an elite-tier, fully fledged black metal track like The Hanging Tree; pack the bastard with so many riffs and chant-along moments it might actually shit itself, and you’ve got the freshest sounding throwback metal album… ever? It’s Elon Musk firing a vintage car into space; it’s dogs walking humans. Fuck it - this is blackened thrash’s Permission To Land.