Obsessör play old school thrash metal; rambunctious and crazed, similar through every song, drunken and sloppy, comical as a good farce and fierce as a giant hyena that’s hasn’t had lunch in four days. Obsessör play it and dress it the germanic way, rather militaristic and ready for a fight, with the necessary satanic overtones covered twice, the clichéd song titles written to perfection, the umlauts inserted wherever possible, clenched teeth in each photo op and the beer bellies as proof of authenticity, all covered with more patches than a Bolivian highway.
The quartet hails from Westphalia, location that no doubt serves its role for a good ol’ alcoholic culture, one in which people get so fucked up they can get away with the excuse of creating music like this. Needless to say, that’s just how we like it, and Obsessor do just what’s necessary in their debut Blitzkrieg Battalion.
The eleven song full-length debut recording (for your information, this was recorded at Go Fuck Yourself Studio, where I am sure the atmosphere is quite friendly) was preceded by two demos of, undoubtedly, songs that follow the same path exposed here: super fast and totally consistent in tempo songs comprised of thin riffs that replicate what the old teutonic guard was doing in the mid 80’s. The thrash, or death thrash for a change, is played quite flawlessly, with the lack of detail necessary and the nuances we tend to overlook. One thing that’s hard to pass by is the hilarious high falsetto of vocalist Nekroschwanz, who otherwise sounds gruff, kinda like Mille Petrozza after a Cuban and beer break.
Initially Blitzkrieg Battalion comes as another welcomed addition to the fucking humongous list of young bands that sound old as fuck. And deservedly so, Obsessör are as good as they wanna be, and that may be where the problem lies; there is no desire to expand beyond the niche genre of choice. With eleven cuts included adding up to no less than forty-five minutes of one bashing tempo and not a sticky melody, these Germans fall short of creating a great album by virtue of being too thrashy and by keeping the music too linear, anti melodic and too consistent.
Written by Bobby Peru