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binnie
Black Label Society – Catacombs of the Black Vatican (2014)
At the turn of the millennium – when the world was gripped by baggy-pants wearing Nu Metal clowns – Black Label Society were vital, a breath of air not so much fresh as beer-infused, and blackened. Releasing albums which snarled, riffed and bludgeoned their way out of the speakers (see ‘Sonic Brew’ and ‘The Blessed Hellride’), Zakk Wylde’s gang of maurauderers made up for what they lacked in sophistication with metallic gusto. And then it all became a little silly. Investing in an increasingly ridiculous ‘biker’ image and over-relying of Wylde’s six-string pinache at the expense of actual songs (some tunes on BLS’s mid-career records might have well have just been one big pinch harmonic), Zakk Wylde became a parody of himself: The Bearded Squeak. Then the Squeak discovered the piano – and everything became a little……cluttered. Indeed, BlS’s last couple of records have inhabited a space somewhere between Ted Nugent and Barry Manilow – that is, a space that no-one would want to be.
It is a huge relief then, that ‘Catacombs…’ is so damn good. Gone is the over-reliance on pinch-harmonics; gone are the songs which are thinner than a model’s diet; and gone is the desire to join Crosby Stills and Nash. But it’s no return to the early days either. Opener ‘Fields Of Unforgiveness’ finds The Bearded Squeak’s normal metallic bluster filtered through some Alice In Chains melodies, a style which fits his growing vocal abilities. ‘My Dying Time’ is equally stunning, and features a blusesy riff which is one of the band’s best of recent years. The songs are – without exception – truly excellent. ‘Angel Of Mercy’ is delicate and sincere where most BLS ballads are trite and overblown, and may be the best softer song they’ve penned since ‘Spoke In The Wheel’ waaaaay back in 1999. But don’t be thinking that age and sobriety have neutered The Bearded Squeak – ‘Heart Of Darkness’, ‘Beyond The Down’ and ‘Damn The Flood’ are all heavier than Jabba The Hut’s first dump of the day. This is Heavy Metal, people. Plain, simple and glorious.
But there is a glitch: Wylde’s solos are not what they once were. Sure, he’s still an exceptional player, but there isn’t a lot here that’s memorable. And on songs this fine, that’s a crying shame.