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I'd rather be stuck with Thor - 45%

Gutterscream, April 3rd, 2007
Written based on this version: 1985, 12" vinyl, Half-Wet (Limited edition, Colored vinyl)

“…look around the world, everyone’s inswerled, catastrophe makes people curl…”

Stalled somewhere around 30,000th in the ‘greatest metal band’ race, this glam-baked six-songer is immediately outclassed by its tasteful All Father pencil drawing cover, a rendering that could’ve represented a Warlord album just fine, but is instead grafted to a sound that’s soft in the starch department and pretty girlie just about everywhere else.

I don’t know where their heads were when they chose Odin for a name. With nothing imposing or mythically-based about their musically competent resonance, it’s as if the picture was so well liked by the band that they just couldn’t pass it up as a cover, but with possibly tentative monikers like Rockit or Buttslapper up in the air, who the hell knows. Of course, the title is of no consequence here.

Most of this is fairly fluffy and femininely energetic, like a less severe and more vixenish Leatherwolf buzzed with light Lizzy Borden-esque commercialism and some undercover glam thrown in for sour measure. Bouncing around in there as well is a petty, homegrown pubbiness where the bar is more pretty boy than biker. Prancing with untapped skill beyond their flaky visual demeanor are the Duncan brothers, guitarist Jeff and drummer Shawn, meanwhile vocalist Randy “O” has his own little identity going while sounding like so many with annoying high notes and youthfully bawdy midsections. Half Wet Records actually manages to get them a pretty tasteful production, which is a little more than the music’s worth.

If there’s one thing to say about the band’s songwriting, it’s that they’re rough on choruses. A track could be zipping along halfway decently, like the theatrical start and mannerly delivery of “The Writer”, then with one stunning blow it’s all smashed to splinters by some blunt club they call a chorus. Pretty pointless is the one in “One Day to Live”, repeated enough to keep hecklers and aspirin companies in business, and because of this deficiency the acoustically-infiltrated and semi-sappy “Shining Love” is reduced to third rate ballad stance (without the chorus it teeters on the second). Practically speared by its high-pitched, dumbly exaggerated one is “Solar Eye”, meanwhile the poor title cut…well, you get the drift.

They do manage to save “Judgment Day” from the chorus chopping block, however. It has one, but it‘s just not overplayed, overdressed, or overtaken by the band’s lackluster talent in that area, and guess what, pound for pound it’s the best song on the disc.

Overall, lots go wrong to a project that could’ve been, at the very most, alright.

On white, slightly marbled wax.