Like a back alley knife fight between ENTOMBED, UNSANE and PUNGENT STENCH, these unruly U.K. bastards come back from the dead and drop their U.S. debut in the form of a surly, stomping, riff-lobbing tank of an album. The vocals are shrieked, the riffs are made of large, unsubtle cement blocks, and the whole thing kinda rumbles by like a plane that's dipped down low enough to shatter all your windows as it passes.With mock-serious song titles like "A Different Shade of Shit" and "Fuck You Pay Me", it's clear that RAGING SPEEDHORN are focused more on driving their burly, whiskey-soaked groove into your skull than changing the world or creating poetry here. Sure, it could be argued that all the songs sound the same, but their one trick is a massive one, and they bellow out enough vein-busting, eyeball-bleeding conviction in these ham-handed steel-beam death rock ditties to grind the bones of any naysayers to powder. There's no point going on for pages about RAGING SPEEDHORN -- you either like big, mean, bilious riffs and ludicrous lyrics sung like their creator wants to come out of the speakers and beat you to death, or you don't. If you do, "How the Great Have Fallen" is the meat axe to the head you've been looking for.
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