What with the Canadian music media preoccupied lately with fuckin’ Chavril and those super-Photoshopped semi-nude pics of Celine Dion, it’s time to bring some music that doesn’t cause blindness, brain damage and genital warts to the forefront with another installment of “Toronto bands you should care about, but you probably don’t, cuz you like shitty music.” This evening’s edition shines the spotlight on Sin Dealer, a group of musicians that have been around the block in the music business quite a few times. Featuring alumni from a wide range of acts, from stoner rockers Sea of Green and Sons of OTIS to Maximum RNR, Edwin and the Pressure and Ashley MacIsaac, these guys are nevertheless fully committed to the METAL nowadays, as evidenced by their latest release.
Their new album, Sell Your Soul, starts off with “Raising Hell,” a dirty swamp-rocker that fans of Pantera or BLS would enjoy. “Just One Taste” ups the tempo, a tune reminiscent of their debut EP, 13, albeit with a heavier bottom-end, and one helluva catchy chorus. The title track is both slightly longer (a touch over 4:20) and darker, with some truly evil-sounding riffs befitting of the song title. Another big, hard-hitting, radio-friendly chorus—y’know, if it wasn’t about worshipping Satan…
“Scumm” is one of my favourite songs on here, great buzzsaw riffing, kind of a crusty, tough-guy hardcore vibe on this one, though I don’t know if that was necessarily their intent. (FWIW, this record was produced by NYHC veteran Joey Z of Life of Agony, so maybe it was.) “13th Time Around” starts off softer—they’ve got one of these on every record—but the chorus is much more depressing than any of that lighter-hoisting power-ballad crap. “Thoughts” kicks things back up though, some pretty solid mid-paced thrash-style chugging and deep-voiced growls make this a pretty menacing tune.
“Executioner” delivers with a punishing chorus, this one also giving off a rather dark vibe amidst some killer drum fills. (Seriously. Listen to the drums, maaaan…) “New World Order” comes bursting out of the gates, another mid-paced piece of groove metal a la Pantera, before the album ends with another chugging rock number called “Get My Drink On.” Don’t mind if I do.