But where Dr. Dre wanted to remind his fans that he was still puffin’ his leafs, still fucking with beats, and still not lovin’ police after close to a decade’s absence, King wants his fans to understand that even though Slayer are essentially hellbound, he’s still Satan’s preeminent ambassador with furious, jagged riffs and sweet nothings like “Crucifixation” and “Everything I Hate About You.” On,King is still drinkin’ his tequila, still fucking with riffs, and still not lovin’ the priests.
Then there’s the focus of the music: the instantly recognizable stuttering rhythms of “Idle Hands,” the wicked neck snaps in the riffs to “Toxic,” the total blasphemy of “Crucifixation.” Where Slayer peers like Metallica and Megadeth explored ballads and Anthrax recorded rap songs, Slayer never drifted far from the acrid riffs and serial killer monologues of their debut album in their nearly 40-year lifespan.
In later years, King became captain of that laser-focused vision. Within the last decade, he started writing the lion’s share of Slayer songs since illness forced King’s foil, guitarist Jeff Hanneman, to step away from the band, prior to his 2013 death. The two guitarists had spent most of their lives together refining their riffage into brutal assaults of sound, so it wasn’t a stretch for King to continue Slayer’s sound seamlessly onto a solo album.
Here, that consistency works to King’s advantage. When you hear Osegueda scream, “From Hell, I watch religion diiiie” on the title track, it’s a reminder that Slayer may be dead (and momentarily'Mad Max' Director Says 'There's No Excuse' for Tom Hardy and Charlize Theron's 'Fury Road' Set Feud: Tom 'Had to Be Coaxed Out of His Trailer'
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