BETRAYER
"Betrayer"
Overview:
This local Windsor band harkens back sounds and vibes of Britain’s emerging metal scene from the early 80’s with a glossy polishing for a modern update. The guitars – fast, punching, distorted; the drums – rippling and tight; and the vocals are operatic reaching for the cumulus clouds so high, high, high. This album would be a definite favourite for those yearning for metal pioneers like Maiden or Priest to de-age themselves 30 years or so. Wherein other genres, the eighties have returned with synthesizers, these local boys have dragged the eighties into the present with heavy metal’s screaming infancy. I could only imagine a night with this four-piece would involve increased decibels and a beer for every headbang. Be a good boy scout and prepare yourself with some ibuprofen, otherwise the next day is gonna suck. Betrayal should suit up and join the Headbanger’s Ball all fancy-like. This reviewer pictures a stripped-down, piano and acoustic version of “Innocence Forgotten” opening their set only to set ears afire with “Ages of Defiance”.
Smells like:
Jack Daniels drying on stolen leather
Tastes like:
A thanksgiving dinner with all of the fixings. “What’s in the stuffing?” you ask?... METAL!
Feels like:
Flowing locks of sweaty hair missing their cranial home.
Looks like:
A thousand IROC Camaros launched from cannons only to be destroyed miles above a thousand firework displays
These young chaps can be found at the following websites:
This local Windsor band harkens back sounds and vibes of Britain’s emerging metal scene from the early 80’s with a glossy polishing for a modern update. The guitars – fast, punching, distorted; the drums – rippling and tight; and the vocals are operatic reaching for the cumulus clouds so high, high, high. This album would be a definite favourite for those yearning for metal pioneers like Maiden or Priest to de-age themselves 30 years or so. Wherein other genres, the eighties have returned with synthesizers, these local boys have dragged the eighties into the present with heavy metal’s screaming infancy. I could only imagine a night with this four-piece would involve increased decibels and a beer for every headbang. Be a good boy scout and prepare yourself with some ibuprofen, otherwise the next day is gonna suck. Betrayal should suit up and join the Headbanger’s Ball all fancy-like. This reviewer pictures a stripped-down, piano and acoustic version of “Innocence Forgotten” opening their set only to set ears afire with “Ages of Defiance”.
Smells like:
Jack Daniels drying on stolen leather
Tastes like:
A thanksgiving dinner with all of the fixings. “What’s in the stuffing?” you ask?... METAL!
Feels like:
Flowing locks of sweaty hair missing their cranial home.
Looks like:
A thousand IROC Camaros launched from cannons only to be destroyed miles above a thousand firework displays
These young chaps can be found at the following websites: