Radiation - The Gift of Doom

Four years after their Plutonium Overdose 7" EP, a solid German Thrash influenced attack, Slovakians Radiation offer their full length, The Gift Of Doom, under similar command, though with a greater proficiency and accuracy. In fact, the two releases give credence to the perspective that a band can offer stylistically the same material with no recognizable overall change and yet put out a substantially stronger release. Radiation didn't need to change in any way from the EP with "Sword of Damocles" still holding a revered spot on my best of playlist, but where Plutonium Overdose offered one truly stand out song, The Gift of Doom offers several noteworthy tracks to build a more solid repertoire overall. It's this type of expanding repertoire which is key to maintain consistent fan interest and yet, paradoxically, for long-running projects with storied careers, is seemingly an impossible feat to achieve. Naturally, the artists and their die-hard fans will immediately love new material, but for less zealous listeners, it becomes increasingly difficult to find worthy new additions to storied careers. 

Obviously Radiation are not Sodom, or Slayer, or Kreator. As such, Radiation does not have a laundry list of classic tracks by which new material continuously fails to live up to. The Gift of Doom does definitively add several cuts which I would consider necessary in Radiation's setlist, a setlist which I would pick over seeing washed up out-of-touch old thrash bands go through the motions. Radiation excel when guitarists Mraz and Riso discover memorable tails to their riffs, and repurpose those motifs throughout their tracks. "Praise The God of Nuclear Fusion" is one such example with a memorable opening riff that introduces a descending frill that is reintroduced throughout the song. "Eternal Toxic Fields" showcases this usage of strong reusable guitar licks as well, introducing a lower register element that is picked up again in the first half of solo and then repeating again.  "Thrash The Bastards" does the same though replaces the guitar motifs with staccato pounding on the floor tom to give a savage barbarism to the album's tertiary cut. It's through these morsels that Radiation offer burn songs into the listener's psyche. 

The Gift of Doom is likely one of the better underground thrash releases I've heard these past few years. Even though a surface reading of the lyrics might appear petulant due to the rough usage of the English language, the actual content offers some variety with songs like "Yperite" focusing on effects of the usage of mustard gas during World War I, and "Eternal Toxic Fields'" opening lyrics of "Poisons, drugs, smog and scums. We are consuming it every day. Municipal waste, garbage and scrap, but for good health we pray," pointing out the hypocrisy of personal health in a polluted world. It's all very dystopian. It's all very thrash at it's core. The rhythm production is genuine and natural; buzzsaw guitars, a tight clunky audible bass from Vrana, and a strong performance from drummer Janci who is full of energy and fire, though does not always find the most creative patterns. Along with guitars, Mroz handles vocals as well. His are quite harsh and raspy. I liken them to Van Drunen's vocals on Consuming Impulse.

This is still underground Teutonic influenced Thrash at its foundation and that will be a major consideration when deciding to give listening time to the record. Radiation is not going to make a person who gravitates away from the grittier German thrash into a fan. There are better historical releases for this, however, Radiation - and similar quality underground bands - will inevitably fill the boots of their forefathers as the aging 80's old guard moves on. Radiation offer a reverent type of banner then, which is evident in albums such as The Gift of Doom. It is their ilk who will still be marching onto stage one or two decades from now and inserting "Outbreak of Evil" or "Ausgebombt" into their setlist when Angel Ripper needs a walker and cane to get to and fro following fifty years of headbanging. Someone will be there to perform underground thrash equivalents to Rock and Roll standards, and having worthwhile original material to go along with the Old Hymns. I love the blinding highlighter yellow tapes with this packaging as well.