In 1988, when double bass drumming wasn’t overused yet, 99% of teenagers were in a Slayer cover band. Very few of those bands ever lived up to The Great Thrash Idol, and even fewer found a unique sound; but Sadus, most likely by accident, tapped into some dark force left unguarded by subterranean goblins, and recorded this album to relate the illusions they saw within. This is a very fucked up almost unlistenable thrash record only for serious chaotic metalheads. If the inhuman vocals don’t get you, the nauseating, relentless power riffage will.

You will regret this @ 192