SADUS - Out For Blood
April 28, 2006, 18 years ago
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Weirdly away for like eight years, Sadus return – same three guys – with another album of dry, mathematical mensa-thrash somewhat refreshingly alone in this Mekong Deltoid world. Or Death. With Steve DiGiorgio’s history down that line, along with guesting all over with his new age for the rage age bass plunkings, and with Darren Travis’ Chuck-spewed inflections, Sadus are really the gold standard for a grim, toiling, roiling progressive thrash. But DiGiorgio really turns it spacey, the way Steve Harris sticks out and skews Maiden or the way Tony Levin creeps into the thought centres of songs he’s on. Coroner used to do this to people, make them marvel at a thorny sonic world full of briars, or conversely, a world of fractured light, like a big piece of tin foil crumpled then partially smoothed. It’s all a bit academic, but the band’s love and serious determination for keeping metal high-brow shines through and kinda makes you proud to show this off to non-believers.
