Published on Nov 18, 1999
Anyone who thinks the men’s movement is dead needs only to hie
themselves to the record store and grab any of a number of metal
albums from European groups. I’ve heard some of these groups who
sing about the glories of war and the Viking ideals – Christ, some
of these make
Iron John look like a touch football game.
Enter into the picture Amon Amarth, a five-piece group from
Sweden, they take this same war-is-good, murder-is-better approach,
throw in some anti-religious themes and, apparently, a lot of beer
(the latter a suggestion from the band themselves), and you’ve got
their latest disc
The Avenger – which, despite my misgivings for the genre in
general, isn’t that bad.
Oh, sure, it’s very formulatic, with the two-guitar buzzsaw
attack and constant double-bass drum work – as well as vocals
(provided by Johan Hegg) that sound like he gargled with battery
acid before heading to the studio. (The lyric sheet helps, but
sometimes it’s like reading a Tolkien novel with its imagery.) But
the engineering hand of Peter Tagtgren from Hypocrisy helps the
band out a lot, and results in a cleaner sound than I think they
could have achieved otherwise.
The Avenger is a quick listen, with its seven cuts clocking
in at just over 36 minutes. But it is an intense listen from the
starting gates with “Bleed For Ancient Gods”. I really hate to say
this, but sometimes, not understanding what Hegg is screaming about
makes for a more interesting listen; when I read along with the
liner notes, it just got too medieval for me. Only once did the
descriptive imagery bother me – and I think it’s because I was
listening to this album at breakfast.
Amon Amarth makes no apologies for their hatred of certain
religions. I mean, with song titles like “God, His Son And Holy
Whore,” I think it’s safe to say that this one isn’t going to be
about attending Christmas services at Our Lady Of Perpetual Motion
in the suburbs. Be warned if you don’t have a thick skin concerning
things like this: this isn’t the album to play when you have the
parish priests over for dinner and a brandy. (And, no, the comments
don’t bother me… believe me, I’ve heard a lot worse.)
The twin-guitar attack of Olavi Mikkonen and Johan
Söderberg doesn’t always seem to rise up to the level of power
I think they’re capable of. And while Ted Lundström gets a
chance to have his bass guitar work shine on “Legend Of A Banished
Man,” I thought he was buried too far back in the mix.
If this genre of metal is what gets your flag flying, then
chances are
The Avenger is going to be an album you will love. For the
rest of us, it’s an okay listen that reminds us such bands are
still out there, but Amon Amarth have yet to prove to me they’re
required listening.