The angst-ridden rebel returns, Kory Clarke with a mouthful of dirt and an attitude to match, digging the sleaze, swinging to excess and breathing in the grey smoke of the world he so despises.This is rock revolution volume two, more upbeat and rock 'n' roll than 'Last Decade...', at time still as sarcastically bleak, check out the downbeat buzz of 'Jump For Joy', but boy, what an anthem.
This is pure punk rock, Clarke is on a one-man crusade through the rubble, kicking up dust and chewing on the rust, making himself known even to those who don't want to listen. He can be mellow too though, 'Children Of The Winter' reeks of youth but it's the swagger that blows the mind, 'My Time' and 'The Real Thing' just shake and roll, it's like a nuclear Rolling Stones, casting aside the debris and holding a fist for the new generation, whilst the title cut just soars, its ascension is eternal.
Warrior Soul are such an important band, despite the fragrance of depression and grey laced wings they fly with, but they can be beautifully angelic alongside their hint of the tragic, and for me this is their peak, because despite the harshness and power of the voice, such a band pretty much some up the word 'cult', because if Warrior Soul had made it big, they just wouldn't have been the same.
God bless Warrior Soul.
8.5/10
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