The Haunted have a new album out, which you also probably haven't heard about, on account of the way that the smaller metal peddlers don't have much access to the press and don't have any access at all to radio, right? That's OK. That's what we're here for. To get a line on what One Kill Wonder sounds like, just recall all that by-committee "metal" that was getting lots of play last year before everything suddenly vanished into a steamy haze of Avril Lavigne and 50 Cent, and then imagine that it was good.
Too hard? All right, then, try this: Think about AC/DC. Remember how they used to put the fear of God into televangelists? And how, when you listened to them, you could see where the televangelists were coming from: how there was something sweet and seductive and real dirty in the way AC/DC sucked you in with their basic blues progressions layered over relentless snare-crash and cymbals? Right. Speed all that up just enough to shake the fratboys off the back of the truck, and you've got the Haunted. Each song here has about ten riffs, three twin-guitar solos, 30 gallons of pedal distortion and one hell of a lot of screaming. No one knows what the guy from the Haunted is screaming about, and that's OK. It's fantastic rock & roll, and it's just abrasive enough to keep the record-buying public at bay -- which is OK, too, because we're tired of settling for the lowest-common-denominator gunk that the Big Three keep throwing at us, and we'd much rather listen to music that sounds like prime Thin Lizzy being attacked by some psycho with a lawnmower somewhere just north of Gothenburg.
Wouldn't we?
