Reviewed by Eric Saeger
One can always count on Australians to deliver camp with their serious-ass whatever-they’re-doing, in this case a Savatage-meets-Bathory take on death-extreme metal. In normal human talk, that means cutesy exorcist-shriek vocals over nods to early Misfits by way of Anthrax, but what makes this so Australian is the no-budget production, a rite of passage, it seems, for Aussie bands – it makes you wonder what the guys who run Aussie studios charge per hour – I mean, give a brother a break on the cost of doing a vanity release already. But back to the Australian-ness, the unique, half-cocked, half-invisible sense of humor you get from that country’s bands, here personified by a real appreciation for what Danzig does. The record even ends with a drawn-out scream like Bon Scott’s signature growl at the end of ‘Dirty Deeds’. No new worlds conquered here whatsoever, but purists who actually used to read Maximum Rock’n’Roll for its content could possibly get tearfully nostalgic.
Grade: B
