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Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, 11 May 2004 - Print Version

What we are dealing with here is a very strange beast, a very strange beast indeed. Essentially, rock 'n' roll's biggest geek, Dave Grohl, has crafted 12 authentic-sounding '80s underground metal-thrash-punk songs, and then invited the luminaries of those genres to provide the vocal tracks.

There is absolutely nothing in this CD that is in any way groundbreaking; the Lemmy song sounds like a Motorhead song, the Max Cavalera song sounds like a Sepultura/Soulfly song, etc.
However, Dave Grohl, as evidenced by the almost reverential tone of his liner notes, had absolutely no intention of creating something new.
This CD is clearly a tribute to what he considers to have been a pretty raw and vital music scene, and, fittingly, it rocks pretty hard.

So, if you're a fan of '80s underground metal or of metal in general, then you should probably own this album — it will make you very happy.

Originally written for Jet magazine and limited to 150 words.

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