I'm getting soft. I used to rock out pretty hard. I stood my own in a mosh pit.
Now I hardly stand through an entire set. But Thrall bring back the thrill
of ditching the need for mushy depth or emotion, and plain rocking out.
Rocking out hard. And, in tradition with the majority of Alternative
Tentacles bands, Thrall do it with politics and intensity. Meshing hardcore
anger, metal riffs and punk-rock ferociousness, Thrall make grave, growling
sounds that should only be played at night because near any form of light,
Thrall's tongue-lashing and ass-thrashing would just feel unnatural.
"Petrochemical Pharmaceutical Military Industrial Complex" sounds fun to spit out (a tongue-twister too!) alongside ominous, creepy guitar and a grave message: "They peddle drugs and human flesh/ They sell alcohol and cigarettes/ They're a bunch of pimps and pushers/ Who keep us stoned and in a stupor," snarls lead-singer Mike Hard. " … They are the sponsors of this program/ And are proud to present your death."
The stripped-down, up-close "Kill It" combines spiraling riffs with thumping beats while confronting drug addiction ("I got to kill it/ Before it kills me"). The raw, depressed "Get Up and Go to Work" finds the lead dealing with the painful struggle of day-to-day routine ("Get up and go to work/ Go home and go to work/ Get up and go to work/ Go home and go to work," goes the chorus) as well as the loss of his mother ("Some days are better that others/ I guess I still miss my mother"). Led by threatening vocals that seem to be speaking directly to you throughout, Thrall rumbles, gnarls and punishes under a black cloud. They kind of scare of me. Just a little. I'm not that soft … yet.