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Razor Fist - Razor Fist Force
![]() Rally all Metal Forces! Raise your fist, feel the fever of the intruder, that slicing nick of the razor readily ripping, and the black blade bleeding and biting at the bone. The merciless onslaught is storming the gates with violent restitution, rancour, and rage. Be at one with the wolf; accept your demonic crisis and celebrate the moribund dance with sex, drugs, and American metal! Oshkosh, Wisconsin's Razor Fist firmly contend that the poseurs will die by their lethal thrust of raging violence. This quarted live to die for metal. They are hellbent on eradicating their world of nu-metal limp dick bizmuth pretenders to the throne; thereby, "returning the crown to the metal underground". These speed metal merchants of unholy terror personify a true testament of torment with their sonic overkill. These metal death heads revisit the 80's classic speed metal milieu with pounding metal melodies, which continually crush my tortured skull. Vocalist T.K. (Tyler Kasuboski) Xanax screams like the banshee Dan Beehler; as he emulates the metallic attack of John Bonata from Chicago's Thrust. I also sense the bitter taste of hate, fear, and the powerful vocal charm of Katon dePena being summoned with a high rationale. Lyrically, Razor Fist embody true mettle anthems with some reflections on the 80's perennial preponderances. They voice their vehemence for false preachers and vacuous faith traitors whom usurp our virtue. Sadly, it seems that todays thrash bands lyrics are more imbued with paedophiliac priests more so, than those self-serving evangelists. Carefully consider Exodus' Altered Boy and new Slayer lyrics to corroborate my perspective. Overall, the majority of the songs have a more tongue - in - cheek candor continuing with the traditional thrash band sense of humour. Take the track - When the Witches Ride as an example of this. Vocally, there are some Sacred Steel stylings; lyrically though, I'm hearing Coven's Blessed Is the Black with Sabbath overtones. The moxie, malevolent lyrical content co-penned by contributing writer Kimberly Stelzner dutifully demonstrates her honed craft for cunning linguistic sybaritic suggestion. The best song on the CD has to be the lunatic party parade of Sex, Drugs, and Metal. The bass parts really remind me of the Destructor classic The Iron Curtain. Meanwhile, the wanton words reflect the festive, frivolic fraternity: "Sex, drugs, and metal it's all we need - chicks, dope, and hard music with speed...so if you're looking for a good time, give us a call; but just make sure you don't mind breaking the law...". So if you yearn for the true 80's speed metal sounds of the underground, then the drumming demoltion hammering of Dave Patterson; the guitar guile of Nick Moyle; the bellicose bass tactics of T.J. Lafever; and high pitched black metal overdose of Xanax will adequately ensure that your leather-clad fist is raised with wrath, or else..."This world was made for metal, not evil man's disease - Utopia is ours - if we just wake up and see!".
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