Chapel - 'Satan's Rock 'N' Roll' (Invictus Productions) Print E-mail
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Written by Gaz E   
Tuesday, 11 March 2014 03:40

chapelsatancoverUSE'Satan's Rock 'N' Roll', the debut album from Vancouver, Canada's Satanic heavy metallers Chapel, was originally released in 2012, its resulting cult status seeing it reissued this year on vinyl; available as a limited red/black splatter wax as well as a regular edition.


It doesn't take long - nothing does here actually; the album running for little over the half-hour mark - to realise why this debut album has mutated its cult status, even if the original CD release was pretty much overlooked.


Chapel deal in scuzzed-up, sleazy speed metal: lyrically from the depths of Hell, musically from the gutters and garages of this rock 'n' roll world. Think Motörhead and early Chrome Division kicking back and listening to Venom. Yes, that subtle.


This power-trio (with the names Desolator, Devastator and Incinerator) plough headlong into every one of the album's ten terror tracks, nothing is slower than 666 miles per hour, everything is in-your-face dirty metal that walks the left hand path.


Opener 'Rock N Roll From Hell' pretty much sums it all up: imagine Lemmy playing bass and Cronos singing for some prime Swedish death metal band and you're part way there. 'Nocturnal Beast' slows things down to 665 mph before the title track scares the shit out of the speakers with its shrieking guitar intro.


'Hell Breaks Loose' threatens to go all classic rock for a second, before the vicious vocals and monstrous chorus drags that bloated beast out into the open for a helluva kicking. 'Alcoholocaust', yes, does owe more than a little to the '80s thrash scene that was soaked in such song titles and lyrical ludicrousness - "drink to the power of Satan's might" pays homage to those cultured wordsmiths and El Diablo himself in fine, fucked-up fashion.


'Blood Will Be Spilled' is more Motörhead than modern Motörhead, while 'Satanist' threatens to get contemporary with its massive riffage and humongous chorus. 'Motorcult' and 'Trashed' drag things back to the garage: heavy of bass, drums hitting like machine gun rounds; these songs, the latter especially, hark back to the days of NWOBHM bands with dark afflictions and members who loved to rock both the bullet belt and the big, fuck-off moustache.


Last song, 'Hellrazors', is the band's 'Hotel California', creeping in at just over five minutes long. Don't be fooled though: this song is fuelled by the fires of Hell themselves, no let up being had in any one of its 303 seconds.


If this album was overlooked upon its original release then it shouldn't be second time around. A more rampant, fork-tailed, cloven-hoofed, fire-shitting, garage-metal slice of bombast you will not find this year.