
(1987)
There I was angrily grinding my teeth to some Slayer as part of Thrash Week, when i realised i'd never even HEARD Anthrax, one of the Big Four.
I am really not disappointed so far, apparently this is their only truly great album but what an album it is. Pleasantly technical but with the brute force, wall-to-wall riff
age (some of the best i've ever come across) to back it up. Oh, and the lyrics are great (for thrash)... although a CD booklet wouldn't go amiss right now
I hope i'm not the only one, but for me metal has to fit the bill and there are certain no-nos for me - one of them is cheesy, yelping vibrato a la Bruce D
ickinson (i just can't get into Maiden because of this), and I realise with NWOBHM this is part and parcel, but i can't stand it with thrash, it just clashes with the music most of the time.
Joey Belladonna's vox on this however are just the right side of theatrical; and Anthrax, of the Big Four, wear their hardcore punk influence on their sleeve the most.
Having had a little bitch about grating metal vocalists, Dave Mustaine is exempt because he doesn't sing per se... it's more trademark nasal snarl. Right?