Such a dull ache since 1999, such a very, very long time to wait. So many great memories lie with my past listening and viewing experiences with this respected Bay Area thrash outfit that never quite ‘made it big time’. Considering the vast space in time between albums, most fans should be rejoicing on high for fresh material from a revitalized Testament with good reason. There are a lot of components for success realigned with this release; a new label, the returning of exceptionally talented guitarist Alex Skolnick and underrated bass virtuoso Greg Christian, as well as being their first full-length recording with drummer extraordinaire Paul Bostaph. But more than anything, this album reminds me of that intangible something that has made Testament unique enough to stand apart from their peers, but still makes them so elusively inaccessible to the greater mass audience, and it’s such a bittersweet song to hear.
The first thing that struck me about The Formation Of Damnation is its initial simplicity, to the point where it totally caught me off guard by how subdued it sounded. The songs are all very uncomplicated, and admirably it appears riff genius Eric Peterson managed to exorcise his extreme music demons through the Dragonlord project, since this is certainly not a black or death metal endeavor and features almost no traces of past experimenting with his interpretation of more brutal forms of music. However, and thankfully, things this time around also never really tap back into the bouncing, overtly commercial bubblegum thrash of Practice What You Preach despite being a ruthlessly catchy album, resulting in something falling somewhere between Souls Of Black and The Gathering, with hints of Low. This works to their advantage for the most part with one glaring exception, which I’ll get to shortly.
The second thing that hit me about …Damnation is how incredibly personal it is in lyrical stance, and how the music itself is mostly a direct reflection of the subject matter in the songs. Unlike the excellent Low, this is not a ferocious return to form from a band angrily reclaiming its place in the metal realm, but rather a smiling ‘glad to be back’ reconnection to their most faithful fans. While there’s nothing remotely lazy going on, there’s very little urgency to be heard here, and in a way it sounds almost relaxed through most of the CD. By ‘relaxed’ I don’t mean lethargic, there’s more of a jam feel to a lot of the material as if they all just kind of went with the flow as it came to them during the writing process, and didn’t over think or astringently calculate the music in an uptight way. Flawlessly produced by Eric and Chuck, with a crystalline mix by Andy Sneap, this definitely sounds like a Testament album, and an up-to-date one at that.
Unlike Exodus who seem to be getting even more aggressive with age, Testament have firmly affixed huge slower grooves this time around, highlighting Chuck Billy’s seemingly ageless and stunningly still-improving vocal performance. In fact, the rampaging title track is the only full throttle thrash/near-death metal assault to be heard, and even then the midsection slows to a classic breakdown for much of the song before ending forcefully. “The Persecuted Won’t Forget” is also a busily arranged high powered uptempo tune that brings forth one of the most massive grooves since the Souls Of Black title track, and “Henchmen Ride” sounds like a modernized combination of “The Preacher” and “Allegiance”. The entirely Alex Skolnick-penned “F.E.A.R” really impressed me by how smoothly it fits into Peterson’s riff style, and erases any doubt that Alex is still capable of pure metal songwriting, from the riffs right on through to the lyrics. What was a major surprise to me is how Eric has taken on a significant role as far as leads go, sturdily holding his own alongside his jazz-influenced guitar partner with no less than five solos that enrich the songs with his soulful timbre.
Rhythmically, Christian and Bostaph are an unexpectedly tight combination. There’s a reason why Paul was a member of Slayer for so long, and why Gary Holt was thrilled to be able to record with him, because he’s very humbly turned out to be one of the most well-rounded drummers in the industry. His double-bass technique is exceptional as is his cymbal work, bringing a great deal of color and flair when it comes to highlighting riff crescendos and adding nuances that compliment the Testament style, while still allowing Greg to wind through the beats with a serpentine cadence. The two men sound fantastic in tandem, as if they’ve been recording with each other for years, and when taking the entire …Damnation picture into consideration, it’s hard to believe over fifteen different members have passed through and left since the band first formed. Astounding, really.
I should make it a point to say that even though I am a fanboy for Testament beyond any other bands I’ve ever known besides Slayer, they’re not without a flaw here and there. As catchy and memorable as the disc is, there is a noticeable sameness to many different songs, and personally, I have a problem I just can’t get over when it comes to the third track, “The Evil Has Landed”. The juxtaposition between the incredibly adhesive songwriting and off-kilter tempo clashes heavily with lyrics like ‘The sky began to fall, ripping opening a path up to heaven /time stopped to a crawl early morning September eleventh / see the flames on the river, terrorism sealed our fate / praying hands of a killer reciting a sermon of hate’. With all apologies, I just can’t see myself banging my head and throwing horns to this song at a show while singing along with a smile on my face. It just seems odd to have such heavy lyricism aligned with such a beautifully structured, classic metal tune that features so many stunning musical aspects (the drumming and tenacious groove, and the riffs running beneath the cascading solos). This is merely a personal issue I have, but I’ve also heard the same sentiments already echoed from those who’ve heard this song. This tune really hit the brakes for me, and it’s something I really have to get used to.
My reviewing partner may or may not agree that this was a hellacious album to write about for various reasons, because even though not everyone out there who loves thrash is a Testament fan, many of those who are moved by their music are affected deeply, and always have been. What I hear on The Formation Of Damnation is a direct connection with their past audience as if to say ‘We’re sorry it took so long, so this is all for you’, with the side hopes that the newer generation (post-The Gathering) will somehow pick up on it as well. It really feels like an apology for being gone for so long, and has qualities that seem to be aimed at reclaiming the same audience they amassed back when we first started ripping our jeans to shreds, and wearing Vision Streetwear.
By blending the old and new, Testament has somehow managed to gain a third life on Nuclear Blast, and with a younger, hungry audience now mingling with thrash dinosaurs like myself, they’ve put themselves in the perfect position to reinvent themselves and push more creative boundaries on their next albums if they so choose. Throw in an opening slot on what could turn out to be the greatest concert event in many years, and suddenly not only have Testament returned, healthy and refueled, but they’ve landed one of the sweetest gigs of their career along with a chance to make up for lost time by bringing thrash to a larger audience. It’s thrilling to have them back, and I can only hope The Formation Of Damnation doesn’t turn out to be their swansong, or see them go back to making this band a mere hobby. As a fan, I’m gushing over this album, but as a critic, there’s a part of me that wishes they’d taken a few more chances to dust their competition with some crazy shit, or at least finally write that one huge mass-appeal ‘money’ song that elevates them to levels that are still beyond their reach, and it’s a little frustrating.
Either way, this is a highly emotional reunion between a beloved legendary band and its faithful fans, and as I sit here with the booklet laying open with those familiar, estranged faces standing in front of a miserable looking San Francisco Bay, I can’t help but be swept away by it all. It didn’t hit too hard at first, but once it all sinks in properly it reminds me of a time when we all were much less jaded and critical, and really, isn’t that what a great album is supposed to do? Welcome back, guys, and please stay a while this time, would ya'?