Space might be home to the Restaurant At The End Of The Universe but very few of us have ever paid it a visit.
Luckily this rabble of painted wallies have not only explored the stars but returned to Earth with tales of derring-do to spread among the masses. Evil Scarecrow’s third effort is everything you would expect from the sort-of-parody metallers: fun. But don’t go thinking it’s some jokey mess of off-key wailing and misjudged solos – this bloody six-piece are masters of their craft and have created just under an hour of no-nonsense heavy metal mayhem.
OK, so there might be a bit of nonsense, but who wants to listen to songs about feelings all the time? We want to hear about robots having their way with crustaceans in Crabulon, losing a precious library book in the grimace- and claw-inducing Book Of Doom, or an instructional guide to building a body in Frankingstein’s Mirror – with a chorus destined to be screamed in venues throughout the solar system. Sonically there are occasional nods to Cradle Of Filth, but with serious technical ability and solos thrown in – and a ton of sci-fi noises borrowed from the BBC Radiophonic Workshop. With so many bands claiming ‘metulz is serious business’, Evil Scarecrow are claiming the galaxy with their headbanging grooves… about aliens and cyclops.