Savage Master Whips Chains Download Archive with Whips and Chains

savage master whips chains download archive With Whips and Chains. Kicking out the jams with palpable vicissitude and blazing flair is Kentucky's Savage Master who, with their latest heavy-hitting harangue, With Whips And Chains (released in April of last year under the highly reputable High Roller Records), provides the home of the Slugger - Louisville - and its bashing rivet heads an additional notch on the belt. That said, if you're fond of caustic and jagged, yet "rollicking", metal bands such as Motorhead, Demon Bitch and Night Viper you owe to it yourself to give this release a predatory lunge. Although ignominious and oily as sin, front woman Stacey Peak a.k.a. Savage's vocals are actually quite refreshing, albeit grimly; that is, tempered with evil ferment and compounded by cranked up, hopping instrumentation which indiscriminately won me over. Dig the bone jarring rattle punctuating "Path of the Necromancer" or captivating chorus to "Dark Light of the Moon". Don't be thrown off by the somewhat pedestrian song titles as the album's congenial and overall bad-ass vibe rabidly do 'em justice. In other words, expect this brand of no frills, in-for-the-kill mid- tempo metal to deliver while guaranteeing more than its fair share of gleeful, even giddy, returns. Expunged as they are, the dark, tempestuous lyrics initially gripped me with the fury of a hellion! Let's just say they wickedly "behoove" Stacy's kick-ass, currish caws. As for the guitar riffs, they're very compact and gruff, sort of like Bullet's but instead of evoking beers, hot rods and babes, SM's are simply dripping with venomous black wizardry and bile, at times madly grooving back and forth like a haunted rocking chair. Such is the case with the Apollyonic (and oh-so-liberating!) anthem "Ready To Sin". Lead wise, the sharp, poignant solos cobwebbed throughout give the impression of being crowned with a demonic halo whilst fervently and rapaciously hemmed in with no where to run or hide. Furthermore, fans of Satan's Hallow, Pentagram and Witchtfinder General are in for a treat - no trick! - as the solos often evoke a festive and infernal amalgam of all three. Although the bass typically skulks in the shadows, "With Whips and Chains" proper owes much of its sordid brawn i.e, "muscle" to the rhythm section's low end dominance which evocatively grips the bull by the horns, hence ensuring balance as well as ideal counterpoint to both guitars' treble charge coasting beneath Stacy's viperous admonitions. The drums, on their end, are tailor-made (to order) for this rabid class of meat & potatoes, "plate licked clean" metal mayhem. For instance, dig the ominously tumbling fills dominating "Satan's Crown", yet another Luciferian pseudo-anthem sure to get the blood boilin'! Not content with simply establishing itself as my newfound fetish band - "S(&)M", right? - Savage Master has memorably tagged the Bluegrass state as an additional haven/repertoire for killer occult-themed traditional heavy metal. "Every room is like a living tomb Enter once and you seal your doom You'll hear the master calling you. " Portly Old Man Metal With Booberies - 64% This review first appeared on the Deaf Sparrow Facebook page 2 August 2016. Written by Stanley Stepanic. Here we go with this retro thing again, onward heathens to the pyre, with boobs in flames, even though that's not historically accurate really. I mean, yeah, they burned everything, but it wasn't so early-80s underground comic. But still, Savage Master got me with the art, as you can assume, which features lots of classic witchhunter references like fires and axes and gauntlets and wait a minute. Whatever, at any rate it looked like it was going to offer the purest of metal entertainment, though likely without any ounce of creativity. For that I am the Inquisition to the witch. "With Whips and Chains" presents old school metal as old school metal. The riffs are old, gray, yet you kind of get a thrill off of the cigarette smoke on the bedsheets. There are whips, and yes, there are chains, and yes, believe it or not, there is metal. So it's primarily classic in form, to the point that it ages itself prematurely. Classic can be good, but here I found myself quite disappointed, for a very simple reason. The metal here, the riffing, the bass, wherever it is (as expected for this old kind of sound you'll have trouble finding it), and the drums, are antiquated, but not in a way that leads to veneration. This isn't a legendary reliquary on an altar, it's a tired, smelly old fart figuratively and literally. I can take the old, and I'm willing to admit I'm a curmudgeon, at times. We all get there eventually. But this feels more like something you should be hearing in a rest home elevator in about a decade, when the next generation rots away. Imagine your great-grandchildren visiting your festering, sore-covered bed body, or your cats because you probably don't think you want kids, and this is seriously the kind of music they'll be playing at black metal logo bingo. This is geriatric metal is what I'm saying, old to the core; in fact Savage Master play it so well it's time travel incarnate. But what they lack is the true energy that can make it work, like a band such as Demona easily proves. The riffs drag you back to the 80s, where some of us just don't want to be, and really the only thing about this release that might catch your attention is the vocalist, Stacey Peak, who has enough charisma to stabilize the rest from collapse. She has her limits, but she knows them, and her boldness is what keeps it alive. If it wasn't for her, this would easily sound like some bargain bin offal discovered in an abandoned mom-and-pop trinket store covered in mold. You feel so elite for finding it, since no one else remembers it, but after listening to it you realize there's a reason the era ended. If you want to be old, well you'll be satisfied "With Whips and Chains," but it's easy to forget, because it's more theatrical than purposeful. I'd rather pretend I'm younger than I am, and this isn't helping. Slow, Fat, and Perfect - 95% Savage Master are a newer heavy metal band that have just released their second full-length album since starting a few years ago. And if that level of output weren't already noteworthy enough, they also managed to do something even more remarkable and that is to produce a sophomore album that is better than their first one. And seeing as how the first one was already a stellar example of old school heavy metal, if you enjoyed that one, you're in for a real treat with this one. For those of you unfamiliar with Savage Master, it's pretty easy to describe their sound. Just try to imagine Leather Leone singing for Cirith Ungol. And I think that comparison is particularly apt not just because their sounds are similar, but also because the quality of the music is equally comparable. Like Cirith Ungol, their greatest strength lies with their uncommon ability to craft riffs that are – for lack of a better word – fat . And it's not just because they are on the slower and heavier side, but also because they are accompanied by a thundering rhythm section whose steady yet bombastic execution fills them with power and drive. Songs like “Path of the Necromancer”, “Looking for a Sacrifice”, and the title track are masterful examples of riffs potent enough to send the likes of Mary Whitehouse into a headbanging rage. For some reason, slow heavy metal has always been more impressive to me when it's executed well compared to power and speed metal. Besides the obvious bias I have based on my personal tastes though, one reason that I think I like it more is simply that if you're not playing fast, you've got to at least be interesting. And that's what you have going on here in pretty much every song. Heavy metal bands, especially bands who are specifically going through the effort to keep the old school sound alive, can easily fall victim to recycling a lot of classic material. Though you wouldn't have a hard time pinpointing a lot of the obvious influences here, there is still a plethora of fresh stuff to chew on. Adam Neal, the band's founding guitarist, cites the Belgian band Acid as one of his main inspirations, and whilst I can certainly hear some of that in this album, I would hesitate to use that band's material as a point of comparison. The main riff to “Path of the Necromancer” sounds far closer to Chastain's iconic “Mystery of Illusion” than it does to anything on Acid's first three albums. The lead playing on “Satan's Crown” is something straight out of some seventies-era Priest songs, and the vocals are of course a completely different animal. So to be fair, it's possible there is a lot of Acid influence in the music, but those influences can get much harder spot when there are so many other differences in speed and overall sound. I had the opportunity to catch a recent show just around the time I got the album and I was especially curious how well they would be able pull off their sound in a live setting.

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