There’s no side to Norway’s Deathhammer, a blackened thrash duo who really do walk it like they rasp it. Christ on a bike, one of their demos gloried in the title Savage Poser Hunt, and that really sums up this band’s raison d’etre.
The album Onward to the Pits is a short and devilishly sweet one, comprising of ten blink-and-you-miss-‘em blasts of primal Satanic noise that induce a yearning for the days when a patch-covered denim jacket, a pair of high tops and a four pack of Carlsberg Special Brew was all any young man needed in life, and records like this were the passports to aural nirvana we craved, satisfaction guaranteed (Sacrificial Goat not included).
It’s all here – close to the edge, frenetic drumming, insane divebombing solos and unhinged vocal screaming that doesn’t quite hit the notes it wants to but sounds damn unholy nonetheless. Every track is a screaming, delirious headrush, every track a manic incitement to riot. If its possible to form a one man circle pit in your own lounge (It is, I’ve just been doing it – inquisitive Ed) then I suggest you strap down anything that’s easily breakable for the duration of this album and let nature take its course.
Best track? Christ knows, I was too busy windmilling to take any notice of the track listing and now my neck is too stiff to swivel in the direction of the sleeve, though I seem to remember that Army of Death was a particularly invigorating listen. So invigorating in fact that my flatmate and I came to physical blows whilst listening to it. It gets like that round here sometimes...
Look, you know what it sounds like, and if you think the first albums by Sodom and Kreator were masterpieces of brutality, if being somewhat over cerebral, then you must have this album in your collection. Make all necessary arrangements to effect a purchase, and make them now, so you too can be Seduced by the Flames… Onward!