Raging Speedhorn

One word: rrrrraaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgh. Many words: retaliatory blitzkrieg against the American rawk might of 2000 (Queens of the Stone Age, At the Drive-In, etc.) while showing those jock whippersnappers a thing or two on how to bang about with all sorts of two-finger saluting discord. Yes, Raging Speedhorn is Corby, Northamptonshire's own Slipknot. Except with less backpedaling shock tactics and more crotch-scratching metal guff. Which is how it should be, really. The eviscerated "Mandan" ramps up in into an explosive finale of bleary barks and pants-wetting roars while one could make a tough trivia game out of finding a more obnoxious title than "Necrophiliac Glue Sniffer." There isn't even one soppy ballad to throw the thrash out of whack. So don't fret, good citizens of Britain -- feel safe. Your isles are secure from an American incursion with a defense this strong. But keep an eye on those skies: metal record of the end of the millennium is still from those parachuting Canadian mall-brats Kittie. Drat. ~ Dean Carlson, All Music Guide