Eternal Warrior - Witching Thrash ★★★★☆

FEBRUARY 2025 

SPEED METAL / BLACKENED THRASH METAL

FOR FANS OF: BEWITCHER, VULTURE, NIFELHEIM

        THRASH-O-METER        

★★★★★★★★☆☆ SONGWRITING

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ LONGEVITY

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ THEMES

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ PRODUCTION

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ MUSICIANSHIP

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ CHARACTER

★★★★★★★★☆☆ THRASHABILITY

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★★★★☆ BADASS SH!T

Thrash Metal isn’t a genre that evolves by trend - it survives by instinct. Its a living tradition, passed down wrapped in denim, preached with a fist and sanctified in the pit. Eternal Warrior dives head first into the last night's beer that we all hate to love.

'Satanic Warriors' takes the defiant swagger of the opening song and twists it into a far darker, more malevolent atmosphere - one where flayed, falling angels writhe in agony, met only with pain and destruction at our hands. 'Vasector' kicks in as the fastest cut on the record, easing off the throttle only long enough to gloat over the rather literal end of your bloodline. Then 'Toxic Pollution' storms through with an anthemic chant and hooks that dig deep, distilling everything the band has been building toward into one lean, savage, and immensely satisfying blast. And thats just the first half.

An uncut diamond

Formed back in 2004 as Guerrero Eterno, in Peru

Witching Thrash strikes a razor-edged balance between its peaks and the gritty cuts that bridge them. The songwriting shines with variety thats not hidden in frackin' layers or nuances.

The album is stocked with hallmarks of Thrash Metal, delivered right where they're required and expected - but its specifically the unexpected turns that elevate sh!t beyond the bulk. The calculated slow-burn before a blistering cut, the unexpected melodic veering and plain not overstaying the welcome - that's what its all about!

If you are a true thrasher, come along with us Killing all the posers like the old good days of thrash Pushing into each other, this is a brutal slam Playing that flying V faster than the light

It’s in the vocal delivery where the album begins to unravel; what starts as a fierce, snarling assault reveals itself as one-dimensional, and frankly, rather unsuspenseful hammering of the growl into the ground. The rather juvenile imagery and awkward English don't do the album any favours either.

By the forty-minute mark the vocal bite has dulled to the point of gumplay. Regardless, it’s a damn fun record. One you’ll find yourself spinning over and over. Some bands just have that elusive spark, and even when the end result is miles from perfect, you can’t help but resonate. It’s the same way you treasure your blind dog or your one-armed grandmother’s cooking - and its for a heap of reasons except being flawless.

Badass sh!t