Review of Divine Intervention by Slayer
The first real metal album I ever heard, and still probably the best. This is a completely biased review, because I love this album more than I love blonde lesbians making out with me.
I love this album almost as much as I love blonde bisexual girls making out with me. Every metal album I have heard since has been measured by Divine Intervention. The album, not the cow probing or the Elvis Presley U.F.O sightings.
Blonde bisexual girls making out with each other. Just kidding, this is 213 performed live by Slayer. Hell yeah!
This album came out in 1994, the year grunge king Kurt Cobain committed suicide. Grunge was all the rage. Slayer hasn't delivered an album since 1990's Seasons In The Abyss. Since then, they lost a key member – drummer Dave Lombardo. Will Slayer bow down to the slacker grunge mediocrity of Pearl Jam and Nirvana? Nay nay.
Slayer gets new drummer Paul Bostaph to introduce this album with some wild drum rolls. After that, you get some awesome riffs with enough tempo changes to make Yes or King Crimson envious.
The seminal Thrash band is no stranger to controversy. Since the days of Angel of Death, Slayer has endorsed morbid imagery – enough so to cause some critics to accuse them of Satanic and Neo-Nazi views. Slayer adds fuel to the fire with Divine Intervention, firstly with the sleeve. The cover has a skeleton on a pentagram formed by swords – the band's emblem of sorts.
On the disk, you will find the image of a fan with the word 'Slayer' slashed into each wrist. I can just imagine how this lead to much misguided dabbling in Satanism and self-harm.
Various newspaper clippings are portrayed on the inside of the sleeve, with selected words blacked out. In typical anti-censorship, anti-government and anti-religious control stance. Albums like these are like alchemy. They turn you into metal.
Jane Austen, in all her pride and prejudice. Don't let her Victorian dress or her hessian underthings fool you. This lady had a bitter satirical bite. Apparently, she was no Slayer fan either.
Lyrically, this is no Jane Austen novel either.
- SS-3 refers to the license plate number of the car Reinhard Heydrich travelled in when he was shot.
- 213 is based on the dealings of Jeffrey Dahmer. 213 refers to his apartment number.
Reynhard Heydrich. Don't let the fancy suit fool you. This is a wicked, wicked man. Apparently, he's no Jane Austen fan either.
213 also features some of the sickest metal lyrics ever.
Death, love's final embrace
Your cool tenderness
Memories, keep love alive
Memories, will never die
Doesn't look like much, but once you know what the song is about it gets a bit more chilly.
Definitely still one of my favourite metal albums.
- Killing Fields
- Sex. Murder. Art.
- Fictional Reality
- Divine Intervention
- Circle of Beliefs
- Serenity in Murder
- Mind Control