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Furious CD from lamb of god

Broken the paradigm an example must be set
Invoke the Siren?s song and sign the death warrant
This what has been wrought for 30 pieces of silver
The tongues of men and angels bought by a beloved betrayer...

? from ?Omerta? off lamb of god?s newest, Ashes of the Wake

When lamb of god plays the Rock Club this coming Friday, they will return to Pittsburgh as conquerors of their genre. In the struggle to return American Metal to its rightful place among the best that music has to offer, lamb are the leaders of the new breed. Imagine, if you will, prog rock at its best ? yes, maybe even King Crimson or Pink Floyd. Music played at its highest level. Then add in fury. Not just hard rock, a la Rush, but pure ferocity in competition with precision. Slow grinding groove as you sink into a quicksand of riff after riff. As the guitars whirl above you, Randy Blythe growls in the foreground. Sirens go off in the background; machine-gun beats pummel you as you struggle to regain consciousness. Paranoia sets in, and you start swinging. At anything that moves. As fist hits bone, you understand ? the cathartic effect of violence.

Only a set few bands can draw out the primal being in me, and right now I?m releasing that aggression thanks to l.o.g. Ashes of the Wake is the long awaited collection of new songs that lamb has been so kind as to unleash upon us. Fluid and coherent one minute, empty and bleak the next, the mix of atmospheres leads to a feeling of confusion and desolation. Somehow mixed in to this is the sense of needing to lash out. Blythe, backed by the brothers Adler and Company, implants this desire wonderfully with his vocal range. If you?ve seen them live before, or caught a glimpse of their DVD Terror and Hubris, you clearly get that sense as he stalks the stage from left to right, pacing, pacing.... Unable to draw your eyes away, wanting to see if he?ll fall or mow us down in a hail of fire, lamb live is a spectacle to witness the rebirth of dangerous music.

With lamb recently signing to a major label in Epic records, dilution of their potent music would seem imminent. But Epic seems to have left well enough alone, and the result really does top the last two albums. Machine takes over the production duties here from Devin Townsend, who did a stellar job with As the Palaces Burn..., their last album. This time around, focus is split between Blythe?s vocals and the dual guitar attack of Morton and Adler. The new millenium begins now.
Check out the band live this Friday ... if you dare.