Monsterworks, "The Precautionary Principle"
I quite liked Monsterworks last album "M-Theory", so naturally I wanted a crack at the latest opus of supermetal from Jon and Company. Now that I've lived with "The Precautionary Principle" for a bit and we've gotten to know each other, I can report that Monsterworks has effortlessly trumped the previous album. Hyper-gratuitous superlatives all around!
Great work by the band once again; James on drums turns in a very good performance, heavy on the cymbals, and Hugo thumps away with wild abandon on the bass and piano (see the opening of "Who Am I?"). Ian's guitar work fits in seamlessly with Jon's, complete with "Ridiculous Solo's". Jon's "Preposterous Vocal Performance" is right off the charts, soaring and roaring, wielding an eye-piercing falsetto, laughing, howling, whatever was needed to get the point across.
And the songs! Progressive thrash, old school metal, the grim touch of death, bits and pieces of other things, all welded into sonic assaults that flay the mind like the appropriately named Mind Flayer of D&D lore. I like that they don't drag the songs out; for the most part they keep them sharp and focused, and there's a ton of music packed into each offering. "Triumph" clocks in at almost six minutes and that's epic for "The Precautionary Principle", and I can't help but think of Skyclad for some reason. Maybe it's the chanting. The title track is a perfect example of what this band can do so well, melody and ass-kicking in equal measures. Nice bass and guitar work in the mellower passages, and then unrelenting riffage under Jon's vocal hysterics. What can I say? This is good stuff, especially if you like metal that's paving a unique path through the musical wilderness.
You want the bottom line, I know you do. And here it is... Monsterworks has all the marbles. It's like getting beat senseless by a pack of hairy intellectuals, and I'm grinning like an idiot through the blood. Please sir, can I have more? I'd keep heaping praise on them, but I fear I might suffocate one of metal's true shinning lights. Great job lads, now please figure out how to invade the North American shores so I can mosh with the devil under the pale moonlight.
All! Bloody All!