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Zoroaster: Voice of Saturn
09/06/10 || Kampfar
Zoroaster was an Iranian prophet – down there known as Zarthost – philosopher and also poet who was brought into the world circa 2500 years before now. Since then the country I just mentioned has been hijacked by Islam – a sad event that took place in the year 651 -, so if you head down to Persia and hail his name today it wouldn’t at all surprise me if you end up dead before tomorrow. By the way, Iran translates to Land of the Aryans, and I guess that renders the whole lot, all 70 million of them, a bunch of despicable Nazis.
Sieg Zoroaster! Fuck you.
Sorg Innkallelse hailed Iran as home, the Zoroaster I’m about to praise never did, so I guess it’s time for me to leave the Middle-East and fuck off to the US already. To Atlanta exactly, this a cackhole famous for hosting the headquarters of Coca-Cola. And a fuckload of gays. Wikipedia could be lying, once again, but according to die freie enzyklopädie 12,8% of all humanoids living in the capitol of Georgia regard themselves as homosexuals. The entry didn’t say anything about squirrels, ducks, or goats – but, anyone keen on gay gangbangs done the human way should seriously consider a trip over. Or up. Or down. Whatever the fuck.
I should right away consider a career in tourism, my slogans are bound to lure in tourists aplenty, but till then I have some writing about music to do. Hard to notice, I know, but from here on and until the end I’ll talk about the music as well. I promise.
Stratocaster started out in 2003 when 3 former members of Terminal Doom Explosion found it wise to regroup. And fucking wise their decision proved to be, Zoroaster namely belonging to the cream of the crop when speaking spaced out sludge with a healthy portion of doom onboard. I kind of exaggerated when claiming their shit to be spaced out, do not forgive me, but only a deaf person could deny that they certainly add some fucked up and spacey sounds to their sonic offerings. Quite a lot, actually, but the heavy ass riffing keeps it on ground most of the time.
Most of the time isn’t the title track, “Voice of Saturn” sports exactly not a riff at all, and because of this it is my least favored track by far. If you forget about the outro, that is, this fucking fuck also sporting not a riff at all. Other than that, however, this album is about wallowing the listener in heavier than thou riffs adorned by an excellent production. Not to forget about the splendid vocals and stellar bass work.
Summarized into shortness my bullshit translates to this exactly: Zoroaster is an awesome band when not letting their atmosphere stand alone.
- Information
- Released: 2009
- Label: Terminal Doom Records
- Website: Zoroaster Myspace
- Band
- Brent Anderson: vocals, bass
- Will Fiore: vocals, guitar
- Dan Scanlan: drums
- Tracklist
- 01. Intro
- 02. Spirit molecule
- 03. Undying
- 04. White dwarf
- 05. Voice of Saturn
- 06. Lamen of the master therion
- 07. Outro
