GOATLORD CORP. arrives, kicking open the rust-encrusted gate to Temple Of Serpent Whores with ‘Slave Disciplin’, a confidently striding riff soon devolving into the equivalent of a sentient woodchipper on crack, ferocious. Vokillist Saint Vincent dredges up a mighty Mille Petrozza from KREATOR’s early years, all snarl, sneer and raspy execution. The title track only fans the flames here, the chorus of ‘Temple Of Serpent Whores’ demands horns raised, heads banged, blood in the pit in a way that those black metal bands with convoys of tour buses and Nuclear Blast touring budgets rarely succeed. Deceptively, the song shifts and winds about itself frequently, and the attentive listener will appreciate the multifaceted aspect – no half-assing here, not whatsoever.
‘Iron Fire Cum’ is, well, exactly what you’d expect from a song called ‘Iron Fire Cum’, but here’s where the guitars of founder Seremoth and Thavsael shine, albeit blackly, onyx-black, sharp and slicing claret from the fingers. Blasting by at hyperspeed, but no mere filler, ‘Strangulation Squad’ chambers us into ‘AR-15 Romance’, a short yet slaughtering burst of unfiltered rage and misanthropy ala much-missed Texan black horde, BAHIMIRON. Of note throughout the album is the production and mix, allowing the wardrums of the worthy Alsvid its place in the madness.
Ending with ‘New World Preacher (9mm Of Philosophy)’ GOATLORD CORP. spends the last breaths of its first full-length making you look forward to the end, only so you can press Play again. At a goat’s hair over 35 minutes, you’ll want to and – surprisingly – you’ll likely hear something you didn’t the first time through. Welcome to 2025, filth. Enter the Temple Of Serpent Whores.
Review By: Lord Randall
GOATLORD CORP.
Temple Of Serpent Whores
Nomad Snakepit Productions