Band:	Strapping Young Lad
Album:	City
Style:	Industrial metal, Thrash metal
Release date:	1997

Disc I
01. Velvet Kevorkian
02. All Hail The New Flesh
03. Oh My Fucking God
04. Detox
05. Home Nucleonics
06. AAA
07. Underneath The Waves
08. Room 429 [Cop Shoot Cop cover]
09. Spirituality
10. Centipede [Japanese bonus] [2007 reissue bonus]
11. Home Nucleonics ['96 Demo version] [2007 reissue bonus]
12. Headrhoid [Gunt demo version] [2007 reissue bonus]
13. Detox ['96 demo version] [2007 reissue bonus]
14. AAA ['96 demo version] [2007 reissue bonus]
+ Detox [video] [2007 reissue bonus]

Disc II [Live] [2012 reissue bonus]
01. Dire
02. Consequence
03. Relentless
04. Rape Song
05. Home Nucleonics
06. S.Y.L.
07. In The Rainy Season
08. Devour
09. Aftermath
10. Oh My Fucking God
11. Force Fed
12. Detox
13. All Hail The New Flesh
14. Far Beyond The Metal

This album is an explosion. City is the musical equivalent of a nuclear warhead detonating directly into your eardrums. Few other albums can bend and blur the borders of genres like City; the result is a crushing, homicidal whirlwind of extreme hardcore blackened death doom thrash grind industrial carpet bombing. From the first pounding, metallic second of "Velvet Kevorkian" to the final droning, haunting moment of "Spirituality," Strapping Young Lad's sophomore effort is a nonstop roller coaster ride through the darker half of Devin Townsend's manic depression.

One of the most unique and inspiring aspects of Strapping Young Lad's approach is the brutal, painful, and unequivocal honesty in the lyrics. Perhaps Hevy Devy cannot paint the same eerie landscapes as Slayer or shock the listener with gory exploits like Cannibal Corpse, but few, if any, other metal musicians can channel such deep and genuine rage. Every listen reveals some new disturbing shred of lyrical content that reflects the inhuman state of mind Devy must have been experiencing while writing this. When Devin Townsend gets on the mic, you have no doubt that he actually wants to tear you limb from limb as much as it sounds like he does. Though his otherworldly operatic vocals are only hinted at on City, he still growls and snarls and screeches like the unholy hybrid of Chuck Schuldiner, Corpsegrinder Fisher, and some sort of bovine holocaust. With so much incredible talent being contributed by each of the members (including THE Gene Hoglan behind the kit), Strapping Young Lad crafts a sound that is, for lack of a better word, massive. Have you ever wondered what would happen if you recorded several thousand tons of metal crashing into each other at the speed of light and then somehow harmonized the results? Well, this is that.

Musically, City seems to be a combination of all of Strapping Young Lad's other albums. It builds off of the loosely-organized chaos of Heavy As A Really Heavy Thing, progressing in terms of song structure to hint at the much more melodic The New Black that closed out the band's career. Songs like "Oh My Fucking God" and "Underneath The Waves" are legitimately disturbing, if only for the sheer, inhuman energy that assaults the listener's ears for every last microsecond. I have no idea if Devin was being exorcised or what during the recording of this album, but? seriously, this is the sound of rage. Pure, raw, undiluted, frightening ANGER.

There is nothing wrong with this album. Every last sound is mixed all the way up to provide a destructive wall of noise that obliterates everything in its path; while this can be construed as lazy in the case of many artists, nowhere is it more appropriate than on a Strapping Young Lad album. If you want to kill somebody through sheer auditory force, this is the best tool in your arsenal. Everything on City is cranked all the way up to 11, and it has all the destructive power of an adamantium-plated ICBM hurled into the sun by Superman. Devin Townsend has described Strapping Young Lad as his "outlet to freak out," and he sure wasn't kidding.