Zoroaster - Zoroaster - Battle Kommand Records  2006
4 Songs
Running Time: 33:17 

Trying to find the given names for the bastards behind Zoroaster is like looking for a very small needle in a very large haystack - or talent in Hammerfall. It's a search deemed futile from the start. Not that names matter much, when the fists and throats belonging to this Hotlanta trio are pounding such dismal, apocalyptic doom into your skull on only their first release.

"Mons Venus" swells and fills with musical blood, forming from Ramesses sub-level hailings as played by cranked out Buzzo*ven disciples, and moving mountains of grime and gravel heaped with regret and retaliation. The vocals recall Dan of Sixty Watt Shaman or The Mighty Nimbus fame, but not so ever-present, and more looked upon as an instrument for effect and not a centerpoint to the music. Subdued soloing boils just under the surface from around the four to five-minute-mark before "Mons Venus" returns to its sickening plod for the finale. Amid jagged riff pummellings, "Bullwhip" finds Zoroaster locking into a murderous groove early on, adding a nearly subconscious nod to the Allman Brothers of their homeland, submerged vocals drowning in venom and sin. If sunn0)) had grown up in the land of monster trucks and Marlboro, they could just as easily have turned out the stroke-inducing "Honey And Salt". What seems like the same two chords ring out like funeral bells over and over again, beating their incessant dirge into your skull, and rattling your teeth with the sheer rumble of it all. Final listed track, "Defile", is the sound of doom buried in LSD-drenched cotton and imploding like a black hole. In headphones, with the sound turned to 420, the indecipherable vocals become almost percussive weapons, pounding like the battering ram of the music against the gates of your sanity. Not that Zoroaster is chained to doom and doom only, mind, "Defile" also being home to the menacing lurch of Circle Of Dead Children-styled grind as done by a band proudly endorsed by Pabst Blue Ribbon, also known as "the lifeblood of the poor". Finally, things dissolve into an obliterating, Isisian cacophony of sewer-sludge, ending after ten-plus minutes of total doomed out mindfuckery.

And of course, there's the unlisted track at the end, which hurtles forth like a juggernaut of megatherium proportions. I still can't understand a fucking thing the vocalist is saying, but with music this openly homicidal and misanthropic, maybe it's best not to know. All in all, a great first look at a band we'll definitely be hearing more from...if we still have our hearing by the time they're done with us.


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