For the longest time I felt that this was Coroner's pentultimate moment, highlighted
by some of the most memorable tracks in my mental catalog. Listening to it now, I
can see how Absorbed and Arc-Lite motivated me to get my ass to school all Junior year
of High School, but I can also see the minute flaws in the Coroner armor here.
The band did as well, soon abandoning the thrashier aspects of their style, tightening
things up considerably in the future, but here, it's still Tommy T. Baron's show.
Baron is one of my favorite guitarists, a master at the riff AND the solo, very
rare it seems. So, while the record starts to lose impact on side two for me now,
I can still confidently say that it is one of my favorite albums of all time,
representative of a time and a place when both the band and I had a certain degree
of recklessness, the two being a perfect compliment to each other in the turbulent
late 80s. Seriously, the complete first side must be heard to be believed, all
three musicians threatening to overstep their boundaries, yet somehow focusing it
all together. Maybe too much reverb on the vocals, or a bit too loose in the
production, but for all the tiny complaints one may bring up, this album is
unarguably one of the true thrash classics, a must have in any archival collection.
10 out of 10
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