24 years is a very long time for us humans, but in terms of extreme Metal we are speaking aeons. Frankly I didn’t realize that MASTER had been in the game for so long, though I knew they were one of the few true veteran acts in extreme Metal.
The most impressive part about “Slaves To Society” is the massive amount of energy and drive put into the songs. Paul Speckman has to be closing in on his 100th birthday now, but the fucker still sound as vigorous as an 18 year old nymphomaniac on meta-amphetamine. I call that inspiration. It would be unfair not to credit his companions in the same breath, or at least in the one after, so I’ll do. His Czech comrades are nothing but excellent. They keep it simple, but oh so effective.
Up-tempo is the main gear on this fine collection of songs, though the wise old owl named Paul always knows when there is a need for something extra, like a solo, breakdown and whatnot. I take that he has the last word in the saying, but this band could be more of a democracy than I give it credit for.
The fact that Paul still rocks with his cock out is ever impressive, but the amount of quality riffs on this here disc is up there, too. It’s a mixture of Thrash and Death riffage blended together in an almost faultless symbiosis. The only err I can hear is some of the songs appearing a bit too like one and other, especially the first few times you listen to it.
Before I give you my synopsis I would like to say some words about the production. Fucking excellent.
If I were to highlight everything good on “Slaves Of Society” this review would’ve turned into some kind of monster. It’s not perfect, but easily one of the best albums I’ve heard so far this year.
(Online August 19, 2007)