Goatwhore - Blood for the Master Album Review
by Trystan MacDonald
One has to wonder what Tipper Gore and the people at the Parents Music Resource Center would think of Goatwhore, if the band had existed in the 80’s. Goatwhore embodies everything people like Tipper Gore despise and thus represent everything I love and cherish in heavy metal.
Following up ‘Carving out the Eyes of God’, what I consider to be one of the finest thrash metal albums of this decade is Goatwhore’s ‘Blood for the Master.’ Although the album title fails to compare to ‘Carving out the Eyes of God’, the album does surpass its predecessor with the music it contains. It seems that Goatwhore found their sound with ‘Carving out the Eyes of God’ and took that same formula and refined it further, making an album that can only be described as an unholy harmony of pure, savage metal.
The album starts off strong with the song ‘Collapse of Eternal Worth’. Instantly, Louis’s voice comes roaring into your ears, accompanied by Sammy’s guitars and Zack’s drums, and for a brief moment you’re taken aback thinking there should have been some sort of lead into the song. When was the last time an album has started with such raw power? Once your ears adapt to the sheer onslaught of Goatwhore, you too will realize the brilliance of this album and band. By the time I heard ‘Parasitic Scriptures of the Sacred Word’ (most amazing song title ever) I had completely surrendered to the sheer carnage of the album. My senses collapsed to the absolute might of the music and I prayed for a mosh pit to magically appear in my living room. Reactions like this only appear when you listen to music with such honest ferocity.
The genius in this album lies in its song structure. Sammy’s guitar is merciless, fast, and razor precise, with plenty of distortion and palm muting, creating a heavy momentum of energy through each song. Each song carries roughly three or four really heavy riffs that get reintroduced at perfect moments to continue the audio assault on the listeners. Zack’s drumming is vicious, with the double base sometimes reaching inhuman speed. Louis’s vocals are what set Goatwhore apart from the rest. Listening to the lyrics, you find the songs progress more like stories than like actual songs. No track contains a lyrical chorus, even though the guitar comes back to the same riff several times. The lyrics themselves are some of the most brutal words I have ever read, almost as if H.P Lovecraft wrote them himself.
The album is transcendent, and a paragon for the blackened death metal genre. It will be interesting to see where Goatwhore goes from here.