### Daemon: Eye for an eye

#### 11/03/08 || Kampfar

I’m a demon, come eat my semen.

Yeah, I know, it is a very shitty intro, extremely even, but if you are all PC and filled with guilt you’ll think even less of the one Daemon, or rather Anders Lundemark, used for this album. It’s very amateurish, sure, but fucking funny and above all a showcase of attitude. And, most importantly, it is short and to the point. Just like me…

What follows after is a really rather delightful kick in the teeth, a kick performed by a death/thrash kind of boot, one jam packed with energy. It is hard hitting shit this, really is, and I guess I needn’t say more than Gene Hoglan for you to believe me. Yep, the fat drum god himself littered his genius all over “Eye for an eye”, his abilities alone making it worth a go. As always. Not only is drumming at all times ace and according to the music (no ego in the way here), you can also be damn sure his performance will never sound like shit. But, and I guess this is the reason he bothered to trim some fat for the Danes in the first place, the riffs coughed up by Mr. Lundemark aren’t exactly second rate shit either. A fucking sturdy guitarist this bastard, sporting not only lots of prima riffs but also fine solos and other details I wouldn’t know how to properly name.

Time to give ye the full picture

Not all songs on “Eye for an eye” are a kick in the teeth but most are of such a quality it makes me want to pat the back of Mr. Lundemark and ask if I can draw him a Mohammad or two. In fact, hadn’t it been for “Truth be known” I would have been tempted to do him a full-blown cartoon. I don’t like jam sessions, it reminds me of hippies. I hate hippies. But, even though it isn’t fast and violent at all times, you can be sure every blow is delivered with conviction, or balls if you prefer. Even in the rare instances they don’t wrench out good shit. And it’s not like they ever go out of context and present to us an anal-penetrated eunuch choir, or something accordingly silly, as this is death/thrash through and through.

Those proverbial balls I was talking about are profoundly pumped up by a hefty production, but still a bit dirty, not sounding polished as you’d suspect a recording Tue Madsen had his (manicured) hands into would. I guess he was solely used to ensure the oomph was there alright. Now wrench the volume and ask yer neighbors if it worked.

The vocals, if you need to know, is a mix between growls and shouts, not unlike Max “I-look-like-a-dug-up-transvestite-crackwhore” Cavalera’s (later) approach. Not quite as desperate, or fucked up if you like, but I’m spot on.

“Eye for an eye” might never become a classic but it sure is one fine disc of punchy death/thrash this; best album accountable to Mr. Lundemark per date. No doubt.

8,5 out of 10.

- Information
- Released: 2002
- Label: Diehard Records
- Website: Fuck no
- Band
- Anders Lundemark: vocals, guitar
- Thomas Fagerlind: bass
- Gene Hoglan: drums

- Tracklist
- 01. Intro (leaving on a jet plane)
- 02. Gone forever
- 03. Crucifixion
- 04. Disconnect
- 05. Eternal Bliss
- 06. Truth be known
- 07. Kingdom of fools
- 08. The beating
- 09. Cursed
- 10. The trial
- 11. Tailgunner