Carnival Diablos

by Mike Pace


Now, before anyone gets too excited, make sure your feet are firmly in place… ANNIHILATOR HAVE COME OUT WITH A NEW RECORD! Ladies… er… there are no ladies… gentlemen! Gentlemen! Try to control yourselves! Although there seems to be a completely different line-up from their last record, which for all I know was 1989’s Alice in Hell, Annihilator founder and, cough, wunderkind, is back with a brand new bunch of songs that sound like a cross between Megadeth and Dave Mustaine solo material… and let me tell you boys, it smokes! Argh, could you please put out that cigarette? Didn’t you see the no-smoking sign when you walked in? Jesus!

“But wait—there’s more! The new singer is some guy that used to play guitar in Overkill! Swallow that, Blaze Bailey! And also, it appears that he’s the obligatory (not to be confused with Obituary, kids!) shaved-head, goateed, eyebrow ring dude who somehow makes it into every newly-reformed ‘80’s metal act. And to all the naysayers in the house, let me tell you something…this kid can write! Listen to these lyrics from “Denied”, the first track on Carnival Diablos: “Welcome to darkness the future is here / Destruction and pain are my friends / Explosions and fire that rip through the night / Surrounded by bodies of death.” For chrissakes that’s some vivid imagery! Isn’t it?

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Carnival Diablos


So let me give you people the straight dope. With Carnival Diablos (not to be confused with Slayer’s Musica Diabla) you get 11 bruising cuts of metal like “The Perfect Virus”, “Shallow Grave”, “Epic of War”, and “Insomniac”. You want to buy it just for those titles alone, let me tell you! And for you lucky fans who don’t mind waiting another hour and 45 minutes, we may have a special guest showing up who might just play bass and be named RUSSELL BERGQUIST!!! Who?”

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