Prince may have wanted to party like it was 1999, but fuck that, Wolf rock like it's 1985. The Swedish acts second album, this is pure heavy metal dredged from the days of old and yet still sounding as fresh...as something old!!! Wolf are no holds barred heavy metal in the Judas Priest, Iron Maiden blah blah mould, certainly more dynamic than Maiden, firing on all cylinders with tales of dark magic, evil fantasy and leather-clad women writhing in damp dungeons. There have been so many bands after the millennium attempting to recreate the true spirit of metal, and many of these acts have either come across as missing the point or simply too cheesy to pull it off, but Wolf are just fantastic at what they do. Listen to the vocals on 'The Avenger', a banshee mutation of Bruce Dickinson and the mighty Ozzy, and the riffs pour in from the cavities, filling the room with rusty abandon. Wolf give you every reason to feel like you're back in your bedroom, lights down low, candles aglow, denim jacket over the chair, your mum scared to go in your room for fear of heavy metal reprisal. 'Devil Moon' excites like Dio circa 'Dream Evil', a slow, pondering number, 'Black Wing Rider' is pure Priest. Hey, what more do you want me to say, it sounds old, so buy it.
7.5/10
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