They Call Us Death

The Calabrese brothers have transformed. In their last album, The Traveling Vampire Show, they possessed the identity of every vampiric horror available and let the album bleed out of its sleeve. The newest iteration transmorphs the vampires as agents of death into the black monster of sin and destruction himself.
Calabrese gets all confusion out of the way in the first track of the album, appropriately titled “They Call Us Death”, labeling the demonic three as a “pack of wolves” “beyond the veil of days”. With this in mind, we are put on the slaughter line through the myriad of death-centric beliefs and themes that are pervasive in the album, all steeped in carnage and often despair. Calabrese is the narrator winking at its victims just before the death knell. They know why death has come and are savoring every moment left.
The romantic motif of the last album is maintained but perverted by the bitter cloak of death’s impatience, evidenced best in “Black Anthema”. Death “knows you secrets” and “knows your weakness” all the while reminding you that “your world is burning”. Once you know there is no hope, it opens you up to try to harness the wailing vocals or street-cracking drum hits.
Which leads us to the sound of the album: everything here was more or less present on the previous album but the quality and intensity has been increased ten-fold. The vocal work is crawling with sepulchral wails and whoa-s; and while the theme has changed from vampires to death, the guitar and bass are lively and livid, careening through the 12 mostly-under-three-minute tracks. One track in particular, “Blood of the Wolf”, stands out because of its contrast to the rest of the album in terms of grit. The breakneck-paced song is about a beast of carnage incarnate in which graveled vocals carry the rage and ferocity of the lupo. It quickens your heart and pulls your vocal chords out, leaving you in the dirt. “Deep in the Red” is another track that courses into your brain with its driving bass and drum line. The images of blood, hate, and poison are vivid as you are “crippled inside” as “we fall apart”.
Other themes that the album holds include occult summonings as in “Summon the Beyond” or “Violet Hellfire”, the Earth as infinite and life as finite as in “Loveless God” and the afore mentioned “Blood of the Wolf”, as well as death as the only real definition of life as in “Within the Abyss” and “Endless Night”. Now, it might look like I’m reading too much into what might just be a deadly rockin’ good time, but I don’t think Calabrese has done anything by accident here, nor do I think that this album has to go beyond killin’ shit and rocking if you don’t want it to. I do think that this is straight courtroom evidence that Calabrese is an unstoppable entity in any form, be it death or vampires, and remains the world’s greatest HORROR rock band.
Article by Christopher Friedrich



