"After all these years, WASP are a band that
still know how to rock." Pass me a bucket, I think I need to wretch.
The words "still know how to" suggest "despite rapidly
approaching senility." Hear this, in the case of WASP, age has simply
meant experience and growth. They have kept their old-school edge, while
at the same time adding a heavier modern flavour to the music. Dying
for the World is fantastic, regardless of mood, atmosphere, and whether
or not you are supping on fake blood.
One thing that has always stuck out as a trademark
of WASP is the vocals, which have always had body and strength to them.
Blackie Lawless has painted many a picture of sadism and theatrical vulgarity
in the past, but musically, I would have to say that this is their finest
work yet. It is becoming a rare quality for bands these days to record
an album that retains their sure-footed roots, and this band has done
just that. WASP's particular brand of 'shock' heavy metal has not always
been my cup of tea, but songs like "Shadow Man" and "My
Wicked Heart" had me up on my feet, hair flying and air guitar pose
struck. The sound may have a 2002 clarity, but the spirit is still planted
firmly in the eighties. The "One two fuck you!" intro to the
upbeat "Hell for Eternity" is just one of the little touches
that makes this album so fucking cool. The whole thing is just so easy
to enjoy on any level that in reminded me in a sense why I got into metal
in the first place.
"Hallowed Ground" has to rank as one of the best token ballads
of recent years, without straying into the realms of the corny. WASP have
given Dying for the World a very full sound that grabs the listener
by the throat and bombards them with a greatness that will live on forever.
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