Vio-Lence - Eternal Nightmare (1988)
Band Members:
Sean Killian - Vocals
Phil Demmel - Guitars, Backing Vocals
Robb Flynn - Guitars, Backing Vocals
Deen Dell - Bass, Backing Vocals
Perry Strickland - Drums
Factoid:
Eternal Nightmare is the debut album by the San Francisco Bay Area thrash metal band Vio-lence. It was released originally in 1988 on MCA Records' Mechanix sublabel. A limited 10" promo single was released, with two tracks 'Eternal Nightmare' and 'Phobophobia'; the release was quite unique, as it came in a sealed plastic cover, containing (fake) vomit.[3] Shortly after, thrash metal innovators Slayer released a single in a similar format, but with fake blood and alternative rock band The Revolting Cocks released a single with fake semen.
The Review:
Dear friends,
- climb in your car or get your bicycle,
- drive to the next record store,
- see a Repka artwork,
- buy the album in a matter of seconds,
- drive home on the shortest way,
- do not say hello to your parents,
- put the vinyl on your turntable immediately and
- start to listen, bang your head and play air guitar.
You guessed it, this is how the eighties worked. One of these albums was the debut of Vio-lence, I picked this one up in '88 based on the cover alone, there was no internet, no streaming, very little radio airplay for this kinda stuff, you pretty much bought stuff based on what it looked like, and the song titles. However back in those days, 9 times out of 10 you would most likely find something to like about an album. But let's move onto the review proper now...
When listening to Vio-Lence's “Eternal Nightmare,” it seems almost as if the band took a giant blender the size of Mount Olympus, packed in as many crazed riffs and shredding solos as it will physically allow, and you, the listener, happened to be dragged in for the ride. While this silly and cheap hyperbole can be applied to a multitude of albums, here it really sticks – because rarely will you hear such a spastic, unabashed riff-fest of a thrash album. Many bands come close, but sometimes they often seem too preoccupied with injecting unnecessary ballads, slow atmospheric parts, catchy vocals, and sing-along choruses into the mix. Unlike some of their more well-known Bay Area thrash compatriots, Vio-Lence never lose sight of what is important.
What should be this album's objective weakness is really its true strength – in that it is really isn't much more but a large pile of riffs; quality riffs that take what came before and build off the next, creating a patchwork of an unrelenting sense of hyperactive chaos and urgency throughout. Although they offer virtually nothing innovative, and do not try to, the band surely does what they do better than most, and their sound is unmistakable. Vio-Lence take the pre-established, gleaming thrash aesthetic of Bay Area bands like Testament and Exodus, inject much more of the raw, hardcore punk influences of the East Coast thrash fair of the likes of Anthrax, Nuclear Assault and Overkill, and slather it with much of the gritty intensity and blinding speed and aggression of Slayer or Dark Angel; though Vio-Lence is arguably as thrashy, heavy, unhinged, riff-dense and interesting as the sum of those bands combined.
Especially for a Bay Area-release, “Eternal Nightmare” stands as a pretty damn heavy album, with much of its heaviness being derived from its pure punk-fueled rage and rather crunchy guitar tone. The album has hit that rare jackpot in which the production seems to fit in that nice valley between unabashed raw authenticity and studio cleanliness, leaning more on the gritty side of things. It can conjure up an aesthetic of what Exodus, Testament, and The Big Four were doing in the mid-late eighties without much of the glitter and polish, though I feel most comparable would be a much heavier version of Anthrax's “Among the Living.” The guitars pack a trebly crunch, though in very few instances I do wish the production were as thick as it is on their follow up album, it would make the more nimble, higher register riffs such as the opening of “Phobophobia” and “Kill on Command” a little more imposing. Dean Dell's bass is perfectly audible and pungent, and drummer Perry Strickland's crazed and gimmick-less bass-snare assault is really fucking loud in the mix, which completely adds to the album's signature sound, and for that I am truly thankful. Some may call it sloppy, I call it amazing. Vocalist Sean Killian's hyper-rapid, punk-injected, syllable-spewing bark fits the music absolutely perfectly, and the lyrics which he re-wrote for the album are especially twisted – some of the lyrics deal with people who are particularly good at what they do, namely themes of sadistic dictators, prolific serial killers, professional government-employed hitmen, and the talents of a gifted coroner on the tracks “Bodies on Bodies,” “Serial Killer,” “Kill on Command,” and “Calling in the Coroner” respectively. None of the songs have sing-along choruses, rather the refrains are often accompanied by hefty gang-shouts by the rest of the band.
Though not overtly technical or progressive, the guitar-work here is fairly complex – primary songwriter Phil Demmel and relative newcomer Robb Flynn employ a fairly wide array of thrash rhythms and styles, often within the same riff or section, ranging from blunt tremolo patterns to more rhetorical hooks, to complicated, rapid shredded styled fretboard riffing gymnastics. The riffs are so excellently put together that most of them are highly distinct and memorable despite their sheer velocity and relative intricacy. Rather than routinely cycling through strict verse-chorus structures with ad nauseam repetition between a limited number of riffs, some parts undergo compulsory rhythmic and textural variations, rapidly shuffling back and forth between a set of riffs within their vast and unpredictable pallet of material, creating a blurred sense of rushing tension and organized disarray. This is best heard within the 'start, stop, then throw your spine out-of-order' nature of the iconic title track, whose opening material takes the simple introductory power chord progression and gradually transforms it into a battering riff array throughout, as well as the band's hyperintense, gang-shouting-clad flagship song – “Kill on Command.”
“Serial Killer” and “Bodies on Bodies” are the more meat and potatoes thrashers of the album, while the band's sheer lunacy is epitomized within the crack-cocaine-infused madness that is the 220+ BPM “T.D.S. (Take it as you Will),” especially with its frenetic, Darkness Descends-esque trilled opening riff and tremolo-picked riff mongering. While the band will on minute occasion slow down with some more mid-paced, muscular guitar-work, the album still, by-and-large, smacks you around with a crazed array of manic speedball riffage. The more down-tempo tracks include “Calling in the Coroner” (which was penned by Flynn during his tenure in Forbidden), and part of the first half of “Phobophobia;” the former showcasing the most heavy, churning grooves on the album as well as gnarly gang-shouts near the end; the later boasting an epic middle section as well as the most spiraling and memorable performance from Killian's fucking glorious, Timmy from South Park on crack styled vocals.
This one is for fans looking for a beefed-up, hardcore tinged, million-riff mayhem ventured within the leagues of 80's Sepultura or Demolition Hammer, with the animated and fun-loving ethos of Exodus or even Anthrax. “Eternal Nightmare” is pure riff candy – a rollercoaster of shredding guitar genius, and it's really hard to believe that the same guitarists who brought you the chugga-chug bro-core you hear on the albums “Supercharger” and “The Burning Red” were once the skilled thrash craftsmen you see here.
Kill! On Command! Kill! On Command!
Why the hell did the eighties come to an end?
Score: 4.5/5