First of all, dudes, if you’re as influenced by MOTÖRHEAD as you claim in the opening track, which is curiously titled “Motorhead”, but is NOT a cover of the song “Motorhead” by the band Motörhead from their debut album Motörhead, why in the name of Lemmy did you not commission Joe Petagno or an artist of similar repute to make a professional watercolor rendering of your “world going to hell” CD cover; rather than this silly cartoon landscape with a bad biker bitch with dynamite strapped to her hog, a vomiting punk rocker, a hooker, a Gadsden flag ‘n’ gun toting hillbilly, some medical mask wearing zombies, a guy braining one of the medical mask wearing zombies with a Flying V, and left-wing protestors squaring off with state police?
Not to judge or anything, but if Satan’s Host could afford to hire Joe Petagno, I reckon so can you guys.
Hey, at least your logo has an umlaut in it. Nah, I play, though. Infuriatör is this pretty good new band out of Texas or some shit with an old hippie looking guy with long hair on vocals, a fat guy with a baseball cap and a VENOM t-shirt on guitar, another fat guy with a respectable, I-work-in-an-office-by-day-and-rock-by-night haircut on bass, and a guy with a cowboy hat, sunglasses, and a HELLSHOCK t-shirt on drums.
And, as their self-admitted Motörhead worship indicates, they play punky thrash metal or thrashing punk metal or punk-metal thrash or thrash-metal punk… metal… thrash… with lots of jugga-jugga riffs and speedy doop-tat-doop-doop-tat drumbeats with a few slower, groovier breakdowns. Or they play slower blues metal tunes, like “Mental Rage”, which reminds me of a ZEPPELIN tune played in SABBATH tuning until the angry hippie guy starts butchering the lyrics to PRIEST’s “Victim of Changes.” And, to be honest, I prefer groovier, funkier, catchier, 70s rock-infused numbers like “Metal Lobotomy” or the motorcycle punk-metal chugga-lug of “Within” or the ho-bashing “Backseat Surfer” over the straight thrash numbers.
It’s also kind of interesting to note that, unlike lame cartoon copyists like, say, ZEKE, Infuriatör seem just as influenced by Inferno and Kiss of Death era Motörhead as they are by just ripping off “Ace of Spades”, which is all Zeke does. Did I mention I hate the speed-blues rock of Zeke and all of the denim-jacket-wearing dorks who claim that Motörhead isn’t a metal band and “just a rock ‘n’ roll band”? Stick to garage punk, nerds.
But one thing that’s a constant across all of these songs is that the hippie guy will bark at you like a drunken, angry pirate. And, while it seems that there are two guitarists, since there are a few very good guitar solos played over the jugga-jugga and blues metal riffs, I assure you that the fat guy in the baseball cap is the only guy playing guitar; which means that the rhythm guitar will drop out when the band plays these songs live. So, overweight bassist with the short, respectable, I-work-in-an-office-by-day-and-rock-by-night haircut, you had better be ready to hold your own when you play live.
With eleven songs and 34 breezy minutes, Infuriatör is not too taxing on your time or brain cells, and they’re pretty darn entertaining as well. Nor are the hippie, the two fatsos, and the cowboy particularly concerned with subtlety, as song titles like “Fight or Die”, “P.U.K.E”, “Hellfire Baby”, and “No Time to Die” would indicate. And “Control” is not a Joy Division cover. It’s about personal struggles with the devil or something like that.
I was thinking that “Silent Screams” might be an anti-abortion song in the vein of “Silent Scream” by SLAYER, but I guess it’s about how we’re supposed to remain stoic in spite of what the military industrial complex is doing or something. And “P.U.K.E.” is about drinking too much and throwing up.
If it’s too loud, you’re not old, drunk, and fat enough!
Edwin Oslan
Revenge of Riff Raff
4th August, 2023
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