"Holy Armour From the Jaws of God"


01. A Munitions Crusade
02. In My Magnificent Circus
03. High Octane Climate Changer
04. Another Day
05. Hallowed Be Thy Army
06. Friendly Fire
07. Blood and Sweat
08. A Sun That Never Sets
09. Religion?
10. So Poor

RATING: 7.5/10

Hey, ya like KILLING JOKE? I mean, a whole helluva lot? So much that if their singer, Jaz Coleman, did guest vocals on some other band's record, and you didn't know where that band's singer stopped and Coleman started, you'd be happy about it? Then have I got a band for you!

It's not like OCTOBER FILE are trying to hide their influences. They named themselves after a particularly influential DIE KREUZEN album, they've got Coleman adding his endtime shaman cachet to the proceedings, and their hypnotic, tribal anthems are the very sort of songs that make writers reach for the word "post-apocalyptic" with fireproof tongs out of their thesaurus. And this is definitely the enraged, positively seething KILLING JOKE of the "Extremities" era the band is biting into here, not their more arty and danceable past — "Holy Armour From the Jaws of God" is a ratcheting tank of a record in places, bludgeoning with heavy, droning simplicity and thundering drums, with madman ranting and sputtering about the world's woes atop it all. It lacks the poetic force of their influences — a line like "take a swim in the shit-filled sea" probably didn't need repeated three times like a mantra — but it's a minor quibble with the proceedings are this intense.

There's not much else to say, really — you like this kind of sound or you don't, and if you do, OCTOBER FILE bring enough fury and intensity to the table to satiate you and silence all those "but they sound too much like so-and-so" questions. The abrasive , mechanized tribal scream of the early 1990s rules here, from the overt and blatant KILLING JOKE reference point to a bit of MINISTRY (especially in the ham-fisted lyrics) and maybe a smattering of PRONG influence. The whole thing seems ready at any moment to bubble over, a cauldron of rage and millennial angst that'll leave you grinding your teeth and drawing up sabotage plots. There's not a drop of originality to it, and for now at least, you won't care — this is a record that gets by on pure snarl and a backpack full of the right heroes.


To comment on a BLABBERMOUTH.NET story or review, you must be logged in to an active personal account on Facebook. Once you're logged in, you will be able to comment. User comments or postings do not reflect the viewpoint of BLABBERMOUTH.NET and BLABBERMOUTH.NET does not endorse, or guarantee the accuracy of, any user comment. To report spam or any abusive, obscene, defamatory, racist, homophobic or threatening comments, or anything that may violate any applicable laws, use the "Report to Facebook" and "Mark as spam" links that appear next to the comments themselves. To do so, click the downward arrow on the top-right corner of the Facebook comment (the arrow is invisible until you roll over it) and select the appropriate action. You can also send an e-mail to blabbermouthinbox(@)gmail.com with pertinent details. BLABBERMOUTH.NET reserves the right to "hide" comments that may be considered offensive, illegal or inappropriate and to "ban" users that violate the site's Terms Of Service. Hidden comments will still appear to the user and to the user's Facebook friends. If a new comment is published from a "banned" user or contains a blacklisted word, this comment will automatically have limited visibility (the "banned" user's comments will only be visible to the user and the user's Facebook friends).