MASTERY
3/22/2006
Lethal Legacy Review
by J. BENNET, Decibel
Rating: 9/10
The release of Pelican's Untitled EP in early 2003 was a shot heard 'round the world in more was than one. Not only did it announce the Chicago instrumentalists to the international underground; it introduced a new way of thinking to a legion of metal dudes who'd never heard of Mogwai. The revelation went something like this: "Who needs some whinny, pretty-boy bitch singing over our shit and taking all our glory when we can bring the fucking noise all by ourselves?"
Not Mastery, thats for sure. Granted, it was probrobly only a matter of time before a pack of self-styled '80s thrash enthusiasts took notes after Pelican began ruling stereos and faces around the glode without the services of a frontman/singer. But that doesn't explain why someone, somewhere (probrobly Canada) is currently writing an article (if it hasn't been written already) on these dudes entitled "Mastery of Puppets." Shit, even we were tempted to use that
line. In fact, we sort of just did--because there's nothing that anyone can say about Lethal Legacy that can't be fully understood by those exact three words.
Think of all the best riffs (and solos) off Master of Puppets (and ...And Justice for All) crammed into six tracks and 26 minutes, put them though the unavoidable time-space-culture continuum that exsists between the mid/late '80s Bay Area and present-day Toronto, subtract all the negative connations you might have about our brothers in the Great White North, and it's like Flemming Rasmussen pressed "mute" during the vocals instead of the bass parts. Fucking A, Whats not to like?
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