I sure hope Boston's December Wolves don't wait another three years and change to deliver the follow-up to this album. That being said, the time it took to record Blasterpiece Theatre was obviously well-invested, judging by its sheer quality. While the Wolves trade in elements which by themselves don't scream originality, they are able to recast the black/death mold in such a powerful way that the results scrape genius.
Gaining familiarity with Wolves' debut, Completely Dehumanized, would behoove any new listener to this band. They're not for everyone. And on that note, I find it a pretty amusing accident of history that while the Christian Right pillories the ubiquitous likes of Marilyn Manson, Electric Hellfire Club and Deicide, scant attention tracks the alarming progress of December Wolves. Completely Dehumanized literally programs for ultraviolence; similarly, "To Kill...Again" on the current release (referencing C.D.'s "To Kill Without Emotion")shudders down the Black Metal speedway to hell on the wings of subliminal backwards-masked messaging (I don't know what they're actually saying, but that intro scared the living s*** out of me!)
But where were we? I know this album already belongs to my year's top ten list; the lightning crush of the guitars, the Mortician-esque hyperblast drums, the completely insane, vicious vocals, all work together to reduce this reviewer to a mad, frothing, bloody goon. (Hail Satan and pass the lamb).