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Overkill – Taking Over (1987, reissue colored vinyl)
Overkill – Taking Over (1987, reissue colored vinyl)
Es war Ende der 80er: Ein Klassenkamerad – nein, ein Freund – hatte sie zuerst. Zumindest meine ich, dass der Rossi sie zuerst hatte. Wir fanden das Album damals einfach nur geil. Jetzt nach Jahrzehnten war mein Sohn mit seiner Freundin im Plattenladen und hat sie entdeckt: Eine Neuauflage der Schallplatte in „Pink Marble Vinyl“ und „half speed mastered„.
Mir war nicht mehr bewusst, was es doch für eine geile Scheibe ist, aber dennoch war ich „direkt angefixt“. Ich musste sie einfach haben. Mein Sohn Javan wurde also beauftragt, mir das Stück Vinyl mitzubringen. Er hat es getan und ich habe die Platte direkt freudig aufgelegt. Und was soll ich sagen? Sie hat mich direkt wieder umgeblasen. Es ist nach wie vor ein richtig cooles Stück Musik.
Metal-Archives: Hard to State Its Place – 94%
Overkill has been one of the most reliable thrash bands over the 4+ decades of their existence, releasing an album every three years (or more) since their debut, with the exception of this year it would seem. But consistency can only go as far as name and brand will take it, and where Overkill made its money was with the ascendancy of East Coast thrash in the mid- to late-‚eighties. „Feel the Fire“ was massively influential, „The Years of Decay“ was precariously ambitious, but „Taking Over“ was a perfect blend of both and a pillar of 1987’s historic bid for the greatest year of thrash.
„Deny the Cross“ and „Wrecking Crew“ kick the album off as two of the most prominent songs in Overkill’s catalog, with thunderous drumming (Rat Skates) and a sledgehammer in place of the chugging guitars from Bobby Gustafson. This guitar-driven direction and the excellently thick tone the band adopted for this record all but ensured a dominant vocal performance from Bobby Blitz, who always matches his band’s energy. „Wrecking Crew“ and the shrieking „Powersurge“ are perhaps the two finest examples of Bobby’s range and talent, with his Bruce Dickinson-esque howls contrasting the gang vocals beautifully before devolving into raspy screams in the latter track. But despite the obvious highlights, this album actually lacks any bad songs, or riffs, throughout all forty-five minutes of its runtime. Add intra-album consistency to Overkill’s storied resumé, especially in their prime. (…)
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