While certain trends in heavy music become dated and creatively redundant within a matter of months, the virulent strain of disgustingly fuzzed-up turbo-punk favoured by Satan’s Satyrs remains as thrilling as it was the first time Blue Cheer plugged into their amps.
Satan’s Satyrs: Wild Beyond Belief!
Disorientating dirty deeds done for the Devil
There’s no room for subtlety or sonic cleanliness in this world: this is a gloriously raw and wildly distorted rush of red-eyed stoner rock abandon that rides roughshod over notions of modernity while tapping into the feral bite of early Bathory and Philthy-era Motörhead.
The level of distortion on display during heads-down tirades like Electric Witchwhipper and Servitors And Myrmidons suggests that this band have a malicious desire to disorientate scorching through their veins, but this is not just an exercise in flat-out filth; the urgent riffs and nihilistic vocal refrains point to an intensity of focus that nimbly counteracts those startling levels of aural deviance. A despicable journey through six-string Hell that deserves to soundtrack a biker movie starring Lucifer himself.