Band:	Dew-Scented
Album:	Invocation
Style:	Death metal, Thrash metal
Release date:	May 2010

01. Downfall
02. Arise From Decay
03. The Invocation
04. Have No Mercy On Us
05. Artificial Life
06. Condemnation
07. Totem
08. Torn To Shreds
09. Revel In Contempt
10. A Critical Mass
11. Global Hysteria
12. Slaves Of Consent
13. On The Brink [digipak bonus]
14. Thrashard [D.R.I. cover] [digipak bonus]

(Death) Thrash metal
Recorded: Soundlodge Studio, Germany 2010
Label: Metal Blade (Europe)/Prosthetic Records (N. America)
Total Running Time: 52:44


By now the name Dew-Scented shouldn't be something entirely new to you, as Invocation is already the band's eight studio album in fourteen years that starts with the letter I. And if this is indeed your first time, well, be terrified and hold on to your effin' ass with both hands. Dew-Scented stand for (death) thrash metal that will make you smack your fist right through this screen. Always have been, always will be.

And that's exactly my first remark; with Dew-Scented you only need to read and agree to the Terms of Service once, as they seemingly span the band's entire career. So almost by convention, Invocation is another avalanche of riffs made of lava that turn the album into a huge inferno right from the start (read: after the obligatory intro). And if you're familiar with this band, you know what kind of explosive blizzard is coming your way, so get those bomb shelters ready.

This doesn't mean Dew-Scented are becoming as predictable as a CSI: wherever episode. These guys just stick to what they can do best, which is covering that unstoppable urge to bang your head furiously to consistently solid (death) thrash metal. Okay, they don't bring much new or special to the table - even though this is a step-up to 2007's Incinerate. Yet this band delivers. Be it in a textbook fashion.

Here's another reason why I'll never get bored with this band. Tighter than Megan Fox's ass, each razor-sharp tune is like a shot of steroids mixed with cocaine. Pretty sure you can kill a small elephant with just one Dew-Scented song.

When this aggression boost is over, and you're standing there, drenched in sweat, mouth wide open, gasping for breath, shirt ripped to shreds, and the place smashed to smithereens, you realize this good-to-very-good release has taught you the hard way that Dew-Scented are still a powerful force to be reckoned with. Get it? Got it? Good.