Voivod - RRROOOAAARRR (1986)

Another seriously demented release from weirdo warlocks Voivod, this has all the clanking ingredients of the punkoid debut, a bizarre concept of thermonuclear devastation, ghetto's full of droids, rusted wastelands and smoking machine wrecks that were once created to destroy the world.
Where Voivod's imagination comes from must be a scary place, I imagine that Celtic Frost come from similar alien spheres where the air filters through cold, the fog tastes of metal and the armies, carrying black rag flags march into death adorned in leather and spikes like extraterrestrial pirates. This pretty much describes Voivod's disturbing sound, a Mad Max meets industrial horror nightmare built upon choking bass lines from Blacky, Piggy's cyber strings, Away's dark visions, sketches and iron drum rolls, and Snakes' rasps from some putrid abyss.
Their anthems are unclean, 'Fuck Off And Die', 'To The Death' and 'Build Your Weapons', it's a nasty place, grey clouds swallowing toxic chemicals, jagged landscapes creaking as armoured vehicles tour the vast dusty lands. Not for the faint hearted, or easily confused.
8/10