Yesterday I gave the excellent Diabolus In Musica a spin. Today, God Hates Us All.
Typical of Slayer, this album title was sure to create a bit of controversy. Kerry King even got the words of the title tattooed (in big letters) all the way down his arm. The album’s cover was also controversial. My used copy came with the white cover, but when I pulled the booklet out, the white cover was just a single page slip-in to mask the original cover. Apparently this was done to please retail outlets. Go figure.
No matter. This album is incredibly heavy. Of course it is, it’s Slayer. It’s the last (so far) made with Paul Bostaph on the drums and, once again, I had absolutely no problem with his contributions to this heaving monster of a record.
Darkness Of Christ is a swirling, quasi-musical talking thing, a disappointing waste of 1.5 minutes of intro time. Fortunately, Disciple steps up and blasts you right in the solar plexus, and we’re off to the races from there. The rest of the album chugs along with great anger and menace, with a lot of mid-tempo sections that I actually found more impressive than their typical ultra-fast parts.
Of course, with an album title like that (which is the chorus of Disciple), religion is one of the big tickets here. With song titles like God Send Death, New Faith, and Cast Down, you’re assured of some interesting lyrics. But there’s lots more, with serial killers and murder and hate and revenge and… well, you get the picture.
It’s fucking intense. Seriously. I listened to this top to bottom and I came away completely drained. Which is, I think, the point of every Slayer record. Slayer does nothing by halves, and this record is absolutely no exception.
Interesting Trivia: The band certainly had no possible way of knowing what else would happen on that day, and make of this album’s contents with what we now know as you will, but this album’s release date was September 11, 2001.
God Hates Us All is a brutal, relentless and superb Slayer record. I just loved it, even while it was kicking my ass. Especially while it kicked my ass.