The best thing about Kreator at this time (though this doesn’t apply to everything they did but definitely this song) is how completely locked into the thrash mode they were. No waste of time excursions into pretty, symphonic showing offs, nor pretentious descents into evil or middleground, take-it-or-leave-it bro-dom. No respite, no escape. No other way to latch to their music but to give yourself up to thrash purity. Just trash – perfect thrash. To ask for nothing more than fast (and it doesn’t matter that it’s not the fastest) open string palm-muting, dropping chords where they matter, with angry, ever-outsider lyrics rasped to you in a monotony of acerbicism set over – because why would you? The best trash band ever. Also the most handsome.
