The great thing about this album is that it comes with its own drinking game. Every time singer David DeFeis roars sexually take a drink; so expect to be wrecked by at least track three, To Darkness Eternal, I’ll drink to that. Ha det!
Virgin Steele have been about for a decade or three. Experienced warriors in the endless tirade of perverting the arts. Rawrl! But their music retains the freshest girth of heavy metal induced growing pains.
Now have you ever wanted to find out what Sasha Greys’ vagina sounds like? Then this album might just be the soppy gang bang you will have to participate in. Riding high on the fuck machines of ancient geeks, listening to this album would have Anne Rices’ Lestat in stitches.
Nocturnes Of Hellfire & Damnation Rawrl! the newest addition to their endlessly articulate discography is sadly beyond the rawrl. Energetic and full of life the deal breaker is the soppiness expressed as tarted up passion. Rawrl! It is something that majorly detracts from the fucking great riffs laying behind the crooning narration. If this is pillow talk I am sleeping on the hard floor from now on. Rawrl. Just saying.
What is a perfectly good heavy metal album is rawrly punked up by, I really don’t know, the fucking Manther. The drinking game is great though; as I am staring into the abyss of Sasha Greys’ vagina. Rawrl.