Search - Usurper :: Cryptobeast

Ian D. from ARLINGTON, VA
Reviewed on 3/6/2010...

Let's be honest, I had never heard of these guys before. Well, they thrash hard! Period, exclamation point! Crank this up and flash back to the glory days of death metal and songs about werewolves and shit (even though the album is only from 2007 - some stuff is so damn classic, you can listen to forever). A soundtrack for killing zombies if there ever was one.

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Kill for Metal!!!

Patrick Stott | Rolleston, Canterbury, New Zealand | 08/06/2005

(5 out of 5 stars)

"In these times when so much of Metal is diluted and tainted by outside influences, it is refreshing to find a Metal band playing Metal influenced by Metal, the whole Metal and nothing but the Metal. All you Emo/Folk/Prog/'Core/next-lame-bastardisation-of-Metal lovers can get lost. Your music isn't Metal. Usurper knows what Metal is, and anyone who argues is looking for a clip round the ear with a big spiky club



Usurper's `Cryptobeast' is unashamedly filled to the eyeballs with Metal cliche after Metal cliche. But hey, a cliche is only a bad thing if you're no good at it. You will never forget the names of these songs, because all the titles are chanted in the chorus except obviously the instrumental "Ectoplasm". The lyrics are all about mythical beasts (nasty ones like werewolves mind you, there's no unicorns or fairies here) and the supernatural. There's even a Metallic call to arms called "Kill For Metal", for which Manowar would gladly trade two golden codpieces, an enchanted warhammer of doom, and a free pass to Valhalla.



First and foremost though, before anyone gets carried away with the spikes, studs, leather and long hair, Usurper are consummate musicians. To a man, each is a master of his craft, and there are no weaknesses anywhere in this band. Their sound is gut-wrenchingly heavy and muscular, while surprisingly agile, but without compromise. New vocalist Tyrantor has a guttural shout which strays toward a Death grunt at times, but generally remains in the realms of aggressive Thrash.



It would be wrong to label this album retro-Thrash, as it has been in some quarters. If Thrash had kept evolving in the early 1990s instead of limply surrendering to the mainstream, this is what it would sound like. Imagine a world where Metallica's self-titled album did not exist, where Dave Mustaine had remained permanently messed up on heroin, where Sepultura had decided tribal music was crap, where Exhorder didn't get ripped off and watered down by Pantera. This is Usurper's world. This is a world where fists can be raised high (complete with compulsory studded leather wristbands) while chanting "Kill, kill, kill/Kill kill kill/For Metal" without any trace of embarrassment or irony.



The other obvious highlight besides `Kill For Metal' is `Return Of The Werewolf', complete with a roared chorus, solos (not too overindulgent) exactly where they should be, and machinegun blast percussion. `Conquest Of The Grotesque' and the title track also follow a very similar formula, but without becoming formulaic. There is little which is subtle about this album, apart from the atmospheric `Ectoplasm', but who needs subtlety when there's mindless violence?



If you're looking for something groundbreaking, try something by Dream Theater, if you think you can stay awake. For bludgeoning Metal which recalls the good old days, but without being stuck in a time warp, you'll find none better than Usurper."