An aural blast that all at once pounds you to dust before you've had a
chance to set yourself to listen to this brand new monster of an album
by Sweden's unheralded, but unstoppable Death Metal force.
After tooling
around a number of years and seeing a number of members come and go, the
band reached their pinnacle with their first full length for Metal
Blade, '97's "Once Sent From The Golden Hall," a blazing portrait of
fury, finesse and timely melodies -- it had it all and was among the elite
of the extreme for that year. Following with a somewhat dormant seven song
release the next year, "The Avenger," they pushed forth their interest
in Viking mythology and twisted tales from the North on a record that
was good enough, but could have been better on many fronts.
With "The
Crusher," Amon Amarth's bombast rhythms and canonized grooves come
bursting through the seams as if held in restraint in the time leading
up -- and not that they ever really left the inglorious tradition they so
willfully inspired earlier on, this one capitalizes greatly on their
formidable strengths.
What sets Amon Amarth apart from the host of other Death
Metal acts, particularly those from up North? Damned if I know, it just
sounds good. But only moments in, its easy to hear all parts functioning
above and beyond minimal expectation -- the masters of the riff, this
fast-paced whip rush skims you, the listener across the icy surface
before embedding you into the frozen ground while the earth crumbles
around you. As the moments of your pathetic life come withering by,
your one wish is to witness "The Fall Through Ginnungagap." Well, maybe
not really, but it sounded good.
Ever the convicted writers, the theme
here again follows their traditional pattern of the mighty warrior and
the darker side of death and perhaps a slight tie in with reality in
certain instances -- see "Bastards of a Dying Breed," "A Fury Divine."
"The Crusher," self-produced and mixed by the one and only Peter
Tagtren, is an exquisitely savage piece of work -- consistently ballistic
and brutal while maliciously melodic at the right moments. Amon Amarth
once again trudge onward down that golden path with their sights set on
the mighty kingdom they'll soon rightfully possess. And the meek shall
inherit nothing.