Goats Got Baptized
Yes, it finally happened! The Goats are
back with completely fresh blood. Despite the line-up scission and,
what is the most important, serious health problems, three new songs
became another acts of worship for ages. This time, the band joins
the ranks of buoyant Deformeathing Production releasing the title in
limited vinyl format only. And just like their some previous deadly
shots („Don't Go in the Tomb”, splits with Icon of Evil or Calm
the Fire), the two songs formula supported by one cover works really
fine. But for sure, the closing track is a bit surprising in the goat
family. It's not a metal classic like Napalm Death, Autopsy,
Repulsion or Carcass before. No. They recorded the song from Swedish
punk band called The Baboon Show and I bet there were just few Goats
freaks knowing this crew. For sure I was not. And if this track is
the softest one in their roster, it is nice stuff to be played live.
Good fun guaranteed.
All right, to put it mildly, I do not
buy The Dead Goats vinyls for cover songs, and something about the
rest must be written. As for production side and the style, nothing
has been changed and I face again with Swedish land migration into
Białystok region. This characteristic part of guitar sound is
familiar since the very first seconds of the „Path of the Goat”
debut, yet I have an impression it's been served a clearer way. And
if the title track is on the plate, the baptism begins with no time
for any reflection, resembling a bit their „The Gloom That Came to
Salem”, with some horror talks and so gripping melody-driven in the
second part. It rips the flesh because it's brutal, ass-kicking and
exhuming Swedish old-school spirit. Yep, I know it sounds like a
cheap advertising slogan. But it's true to the core (or grave, if you
really wish). What's more, it's not about originality at all, it's
all about how they can successfully renew and explore the sounds once
invented. And this makes the band just splendid. In turn, the next
track „Fancy Funeral” is more slaughtering, kept in the vein of
the most frantic songs ever written by them, however the title may
mislead and arguably it doesn't refer to Manfred Alois Segieth,
commonly known as Fancy, and his future funeral.
Since 2017 reunion, I was awaiting for
any sign of their musical activity. It's not a full-length, yet these
eleven minutes bring enough music to be fully glad about. I acted
pretty fast and bought two versions: the black one for ordinary spins
and the yellow/black splatter, definitely for exclusive Sunday's
listens, hoping it will survive for a long time, maybe till the next
album? And for the end, there is only one thing to do: paraphrasing
the Fancy's hit song, these baptized pieces of musical rottenness
become „Flames of Goats, flames of Goats..”. Did anyone inform
Fancy?
80/100
-Tlacaxipehualiztli
(written in December, 2019)
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