Holy smokin' metal, this is Saxon's nineteenth record, that's unreal...and despite years in the grunge wilderness, they still keep hammering at the door, and someone has got to let them in. Saxon's last batch of records have been high quality metal, matching their classics from the times of yore, Biff is on steaming form and his band of young upstarts are keen to get down to what they do best - crafting solid frameworks of cold steel. You have no right to slag this type of album off, because with Saxon you know what you're getting, but this isn't the pomp of 'Destiny', this is a cry for war, a march into babylon, and indeed, a call to arms, from that slow burning serpent 'Back In 79' to the full throttle 'Surviving Against The Odds', a track which pretty much sums of the career of these dogs of war. I guess some cynics always saw these guys as the Status Quo of metal but that's not the case, 'Call...' isn't a plodding, dull as dishwater record, the superb 'Chasing The Bullet' is furious but check out the monstrous 'Afterburner' with its thrashing guitars and the doom-laden riffs of 'No Rest For The Wicked'. I'm glad Saxon exist and the beast is somehow getting stronger.
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