Satan's Host

Satan’s slumber befouled! The Dark One’s most gracious black metal hosts have returned from Colorado to piss on the pure! True, I found myself unconvinced, even befuddled by previous records, but now I know I was just blinded by the fading light of Christ. No more! This chunk of brimstone will undo even the strongest baptism, each note landing on the sixth fret or somewhere nearby. Lyrically, the band describe a fateful future where America’s states are united — around the almighty pentagram! No one is spared, not even Abe Lincoln, who stoically braves the heat of damnation in the album’s cover art. This is no joke. Upon removing my headphones, I found my ears burnt by the tongues of Hell! They’re useless now, with Satan’s Host acting as unholy eulogisers. So long, sound! With The Great American ScapeGoat, Satan’s Host have perfected the spell. Beware!