Demons - Black Angel

Guy up

My yndlingsøjeblikke on the Demons are the ones, where everything is turned up to eleven. It will hardly come as a revelation – I could in principle write about everything – but especially for Demons , that's what the either the verse thrasher, groover or ballads, so rocker chorus. Combined with a high number of slower, more sentimental songs, so wasting the album the great potential, located in the upscale riffs. Finally, there is a song or two that don't belong on any heavy metal album, and I really rather had been in addition to. Savage Messiah may have never been markedsføringsværdige, but they are dangerously close to becoming.

A new position

As the introduction to the present review, I just want to quote from the Century Media promo material, where the lead singer and guitar player from Savage Messiah, Dave Silver, says (freely translated):

"I'm proud of what we have done, we have done it all by themselves without any support. We have never been the markedsføringsværdige, hot new band, and we never will."

I'm mildly disagree, and my argument takes its point of departure in the group's latest album, Demons.


Without beating about the bush, open Demons with a short trommeintro, and the group of the river through the first of several excellent thrash riffs. A certain melodic focus pervades the album, however, without resorting to the usual at the Gates-the copy, which very much speaks to the group's advantage. Silver's voice comes with a rocket attitude, and it is clear that the vocals are intended as the primary supplier of hooks. Omkvædene is huge, as they should be, and when the Savage Messiah screws everything up to eleven, is the combination of fast-paced and melodic power-thrash and rocking choruses spill-over to hell.

I would argue that this is exactly markedsføringsværdigt (and Century Media is enough to agree), but it may also well be. What's much more important is, is the melodic rockomkvæd with almost uncompromising consistency. Regardless of whether a verse is leaps and bounds thrashet or balladelignende sentimentally, is the subsequent chorus rocket. Together with åbningsnummeret is "The Bitter Truth" the only exception, where the drummer Carretón shows what dobbeltpedalen can do the intensity. Every time I listen to "Under No Illusions" – with its rip-roaring riff and insistent verse – I wish that the group of hell would just drøne ahead and save temposkiftet to the c-piece.

One thing is that the group often grabs out after the major, melodic and rocking choruses instead of shoveling more coal on the kogeren. Something immediately worse is that almost half of the songs are not raking in anything anywhere to go. Already at the second number, "What Dreams May Come" put the tempo down and the mood will be sentimental; only in the c-section, make the drums something essential of themselves. "The Lights are Going Out" and "Until the Shadows Fall" falls in the same category. Three slow, sentimental numbers are one or two too much for my liking, but I acknowledge, reluctantly, that "The Lights Are Going Out" actually is a really good one of the kind, which I loath to do without. "Parachute", by contrast, is complete harmless radio-rock, and the first thing I noticed about it was that it would go purely into Fitness Worlds rædsomme playlist.

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