By Josh Turner
Neither the band’s name nor the album’s title will pass Microsoft Word’s spell-checker without leaving a red mark on the underbelly of its text. Still, I find their naming-scheme to be pretty cool. Similarly, their music was foreign to these ears, but equally en vogue to the progressive listener.
Their style is not the easiest to explain. They integrate classical sounds from synthesizers with a rapping technique that integrates Nu-Metal.
Thematically, I’d say they were Pain of Salvation mixed with Rob Zombie and Rammstein. Artistically, the static-electric crystal-ball that’s on fire on the cover provides an appropriate visualization to their methodically-chaotic and angst-driven expressions. While the bound and smoldering hands on the back-side of the jewel case take the torture a step too far, I cannot deny the fact that they truly do get the point across.
As for their songs, “Ancient” represents their modus operandi best, but it’s not entirely tame; yet, it’s domesticated enough for the radio. I would claim that their remaining outbursts are crazy, but they demonstrate a certain degree of common sense and judgment. At this principle level of sanity, any spin doctor would have all the justification he or she needs in order to sign a release – as long as the stressful-molestations in “Poison Drip” were concealed.
Whatever track you try, you’re in for a real song-induced trip complements of Alcholocaust’s amazingly-diverse liquor cabinet.
By the way, the entire inebriated works was done by a man name Viggo Domino who provides the vocals and a talented instrumental artist that goes strictly by the namesake Cage. As this experimental duo suggests, don’t hesitate to lay your hands on this lush compilation. In do so; just be careful not to pickle your liver.