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Thursday, 08 December 2005 08:54

The aggression that this creature spews forth on tracks like “Mayday” and “Rotgut” is enough to turn most posers running for their mommies.

On a trip one night through the back roads of Missouri, I came across some strange creatures sitting in the bars and alongside those roads. I remember drinking with these people I came to call hill folks. As I got back into my car, I shoved in the self-titled first release by Tomahawk and stepped on the gas to find my way back to civilization.

After listening to the Mit Gas, the newest release by Tomahawk, I get the feeling that Mike Patton has been down this same road and is not afraid to take listeners down it also. It is a place where half-breeds and incest are the norm. I am not sure if Patton is trying to scare the fuck out of his listeners or just wake them up to the real freaks that inhabit our lands.

On this second release, Tomahawk operates more as a cohesive force that is not afraid to further expand the parameters of metal. The aggression that this creature spews forth on tracks like “Mayday” and “Rotgut” is enough to turn most posers running for their mommies. Ending the CD is the combative and melodic “Aktion 13F14,” which instructs the listener on the basic principles of hand-to-hand combat as the band judiciously marches you forward until the time comes and you must release all your built-up tension on the unwilling victim.