Death Dealer
Hallowed Ground
SMG Records
2015
Deathdealer comprises of vocalist Sean Peck, guitarists Ross the Boss and Stu Marshall, bassist Mike Davis, and drummer Steve Bolognese (like the pasta) and according to them, they play manly metal.
Oh boy… The combined members of the band have played with bands and artists, such as Manowar, the Dictators, Rob Halford, Lizzy Borden, Udo Dirkschneider, and Cage, some of whom are quite heavy hitters, so that should give you an idea about how “manly metal” sounds... like a mix of Manowar with some pretty Pretty Maids at their manliest and some Judas Priest thrown in for good measure. Sean Peck manages to channel the clean portions of an Eric Adams range and usually finishes off the choruses in some Halfordian splendor.
“Gunslinger” sounds like a demonized mix between Manowar and Kiss and however how polar opposites these two bands might sound, the result is rather impressive... oh it might have something to do that Manowar haven’t written something this powerful, since forever… you will like it...
“Break the Silence” begins in a way that's a little odd and uses a riff that Priest or Accept, could possibly sue each other out, to decide, who's the owner, but more or less as soon as the chorus comes around, hits home, so mission accomplished, even if it's rather progressive by the album's standards.
With a title like “Plan of Attack” you can’t have expected a ballad here, but a weird almost nightmarish number that sounds a bit like post millenial Helstar... not bad.
“Seance” comes as a bit of a let-down, at least in terms of track-sequence... Peck does some nice lower clean singing and holds a “seance” with James Riviera, King Diamond and whoever else you might think, you can hear, calling from “beyond”… Interesting I must say.
“Llega El Diablo” is a minute long Spanish guitar fantasy of an interlude, which gives in to “The Way of the Gun”… uh, I am guessing a hymn for republicans! (lol)… it’s as cliché and pseudo-macho that it had me looking for some baby oil… but hey… it doesn’t lose the band or the album any points, because of that… it does tend to plod a bit but just slightly.
The rather subtlety entitled “K.I.L.L.” continues with the cheesiness that mixes the Mozzarela of Manowar, with Priests chedarry delight – for some excellent pizza topping…. wow what do you mean?!!.. this is Grande Rock – not Master Chef!!!
“I Am the Revolution” might sound both Napoleonic and Ghandi alike, but I’m guessing this guerilla/seal (two sided coin) number with an exceptionally high number of metallic clichés checking, apart from getting a slap in the wrist for momentarily, trying to use some of Rainbow’s “Light in the Black”, it’s otherwise quite OK.
“Total Devastation” is more pomp than devastation, but overall not bad… mostly because of Peck’s choice vocals...
“The Anthem” tries to be “anthemic” in a Manowarish way that makes you feel all like eatin’ chips off your chest. While you’re playin’ “Halo 2”. Naked or something… it doesn’t manage to out-cheese, Manowar's own “Die For Metal”, but comes close at least in the count of how many times “heavy metal” is repeated in the song.
“Corruption of Blood” is another “Helstar” meets something somewhat darker, down an alley-way but manages to emerge from the other side unscathed...
“Skull and Cross Bones” tries to steal the glory of Running Wild, but the cheesiness of ManoKiss seems to get this motely gang a bit side tracked. It’s not bad and it’s expectedly riddled with piratic cliches… oh well... shit happens, it’s just very few times, this good.
Lastly, “U-666” plays the satanic cliché card to perfection for more cheese for your toast… what do you mean… “it’s still Grande Rock”?!!
While Sean Peck is the star of the show, all the other guys help him rise above it all and offer us this molten mozzarelian masterpiece soufflé of metallic clichés… oh, fuck you already just in case... it’s terribly cheesy, but will probably leave all fans of old school shit with a big cheesy grin for some unspecific reason. Not a classic by any stretch, but it manages to duplicate the splendor of metal’s glory days, pretty closely…
Oh boy… The combined members of the band have played with bands and artists, such as Manowar, the Dictators, Rob Halford, Lizzy Borden, Udo Dirkschneider, and Cage, some of whom are quite heavy hitters, so that should give you an idea about how “manly metal” sounds... like a mix of Manowar with some pretty Pretty Maids at their manliest and some Judas Priest thrown in for good measure. Sean Peck manages to channel the clean portions of an Eric Adams range and usually finishes off the choruses in some Halfordian splendor.
“Gunslinger” sounds like a demonized mix between Manowar and Kiss and however how polar opposites these two bands might sound, the result is rather impressive... oh it might have something to do that Manowar haven’t written something this powerful, since forever… you will like it...
“Break the Silence” begins in a way that's a little odd and uses a riff that Priest or Accept, could possibly sue each other out, to decide, who's the owner, but more or less as soon as the chorus comes around, hits home, so mission accomplished, even if it's rather progressive by the album's standards.
With a title like “Plan of Attack” you can’t have expected a ballad here, but a weird almost nightmarish number that sounds a bit like post millenial Helstar... not bad.
“Seance” comes as a bit of a let-down, at least in terms of track-sequence... Peck does some nice lower clean singing and holds a “seance” with James Riviera, King Diamond and whoever else you might think, you can hear, calling from “beyond”… Interesting I must say.
“Llega El Diablo” is a minute long Spanish guitar fantasy of an interlude, which gives in to “The Way of the Gun”… uh, I am guessing a hymn for republicans! (lol)… it’s as cliché and pseudo-macho that it had me looking for some baby oil… but hey… it doesn’t lose the band or the album any points, because of that… it does tend to plod a bit but just slightly.
The rather subtlety entitled “K.I.L.L.” continues with the cheesiness that mixes the Mozzarela of Manowar, with Priests chedarry delight – for some excellent pizza topping…. wow what do you mean?!!.. this is Grande Rock – not Master Chef!!!
“I Am the Revolution” might sound both Napoleonic and Ghandi alike, but I’m guessing this guerilla/seal (two sided coin) number with an exceptionally high number of metallic clichés checking, apart from getting a slap in the wrist for momentarily, trying to use some of Rainbow’s “Light in the Black”, it’s otherwise quite OK.
“Total Devastation” is more pomp than devastation, but overall not bad… mostly because of Peck’s choice vocals...
“The Anthem” tries to be “anthemic” in a Manowarish way that makes you feel all like eatin’ chips off your chest. While you’re playin’ “Halo 2”. Naked or something… it doesn’t manage to out-cheese, Manowar's own “Die For Metal”, but comes close at least in the count of how many times “heavy metal” is repeated in the song.
“Corruption of Blood” is another “Helstar” meets something somewhat darker, down an alley-way but manages to emerge from the other side unscathed...
“Skull and Cross Bones” tries to steal the glory of Running Wild, but the cheesiness of ManoKiss seems to get this motely gang a bit side tracked. It’s not bad and it’s expectedly riddled with piratic cliches… oh well... shit happens, it’s just very few times, this good.
Lastly, “U-666” plays the satanic cliché card to perfection for more cheese for your toast… what do you mean… “it’s still Grande Rock”?!!
While Sean Peck is the star of the show, all the other guys help him rise above it all and offer us this molten mozzarelian masterpiece soufflé of metallic clichés… oh, fuck you already just in case... it’s terribly cheesy, but will probably leave all fans of old school shit with a big cheesy grin for some unspecific reason. Not a classic by any stretch, but it manages to duplicate the splendor of metal’s glory days, pretty closely…