So closed are the stylistic borders in this Fenriz-led metalpunk kingdom of Motörcharged crust/thrash where you can tell exactly what a band sound like based on the patches visible on their accumulated jackets, that all bands have to aim for is an Cold War-like escalation of redundant, slightly silly words. Celebrating armageddon, a extremely destructive conflict, which has taken place apocalyptic-, sorry, apokalyptically, meaning (unless the k throws things off) in the manner of the apocalypse, which is universal or widespread destruction, Durham death-dealing quartet Winds of Genocide (the destruction of a people) are the reigning champions of convoluted metalpunk pose-striking.Shit, if translated into hieroglyphics, the whole title would probably just appear as single, spiked gauntlet.
You'll be delighted to know, the songtitles keep the pace up, and so does the music. With more of an old school proto-death metal vibe than is typical, not only was 'Arrival of Apokalyptic Armageddon' spiritually devised by an group of angry, beer-sozzled teens in 1985, it was spiritually performed by them too, with all the raw, fist-pumping primitivism, wind-tunnel production and Tom G URRRGHS! that you want from the genre. Roughly as creatively fertile a musical cul-de-sac as crossover thrash is, there's no shame in ticking boxes and as an undemanding, beer-aloft listen delivered without a single hint of irony, these six tracks serve their purpose.
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