
The band W.A.S.P. had had a lot of ups and downs in the decade leading up to the recording of this album. Band founder Blackie Lawless remained the only original member to survive throughout the 1990’s, with lead guitarist and hero to the masses Chris Holmes having first left the band after the tour to promote “The Headless Children” album, though he did then return to the band in 1995 following advances from Blackie to do so. This led to two controversial albums being recorded with the dynamic duo intact in “K.F.D”. and “Helldorado”. Both were albums with a completely different focus musically and lyrically, with “K.F.D.” having a very serious and hardline core about it, focusing on a more serious nature and a more dour approach to the music and lyrics, while “Helldorado” had been a return to the early W.A.S.P. form with fun-loving sexual innuendo lyrics mixed with high tempo fast paced hard rocking tracks. In many fans eyes and also those of the critics, the band had managed to go from one extreme to the other, and perhaps in both cases finding a middle ground would have been the preferable option.
Then followed a period of two years between 1999 and 2001 where this particular album was being formulated, composed and then recorded. In Blackie’s own words, this turned out to be a painful process, something that he proclaims most writing periods are for him, but this one had been particularly difficult. The fact that he had taken on the role as sole composer of the songs probably didn’t help this, but this mirrored the way he was taking the band as a whole at this time.
In the liner notes of the album, Blackie goes into detail on what he was thinking during the writing and recording of this album, and a lot of it lines up with the direction he was heading both spiritually and in his life and career. Having been brought up in a strict religious environment as a child, he had more or less shrugged that off in his adulthood – but here he appears to be in conflict with his beliefs, and this time and album appears to be where he was tipping back towards becoming the born again Christian he eventually became. It isn’t as if the whole album is composed with that direction in mind, but lyrically Blackie seems to be struggling with the concept. He does write in those liner notes that there was much of his upbringing that he was uncomfortable with, in the main the idea that good always triumphed over evil. This rings true in songs that appear on this album such as “Unholy Terror” and “Charisma”, which deal with the madmen of the past two thousand years, and “Locomotive Man” which is about the gunmen who go into schools and start shooting innocent victims, Blackie’s belief it is all being about their need to be seen and to gain attention to themselves. The senselessness of these things is what is explored in these songs, and Blackie seems to be searching for answers, ones that theoretically he returned to religion to find.
Where there is conjecture on this album is over the contribution of long time W.A.S.P. guitaring legend Chris Holmes himself. Holmes himself still insists to this day that he didn't play one note on the album, despite being listed on the liner notes. And listening to the album, this is quite obvious. Because the songs lack his presence to lift this above the standard that it is at. There are no memorable solos or slick licks like you expect from these kinds of songs when Chris is a part of them.
This then became the next chapter of the W.A.S.P. story, the rollercoaster of emotion and style of music that had come to pass over the previous three albums, and would once again make its chameleonic shedding of the skin apparent here. Although the non-appearance of Chris Holmes was a downer, it didn’t and doesn’t detract from the anticipation that was felt with the arrival of this new offering, titled “Unholy Terror”.
Beyond the deepening thoughts that Blackie delved into to create the material for this album, the songs themselves stand up well, and any fan of W.A.S.P.’s work will find plenty here to enjoy. Apart from a couple of exceptions, the tracks are the high-octane hard rock that W.A.S.P. built its reputation on, uncompromising and fast and furious through to the conclusion. Blackie again handles vocals and guitar duties throughout, Mike Duda returns on bass guitar and supporting vocals, while Frankie Banali and Stet Howland again share drumming duties on different songs throughout the album. As always, Stet’s double kick is prominent and a redeeming feature in the songs he was asked to perform on.
The opening of “Let it Roar” is indeed prophetic in its title, the rollicking guitar riff and hard hitting entry of the drums, followed by Blackie’s vocals entering the arena, that familiar cry that was always so prominent on the early W.A.S.P. albums. Lyrically it is another perfect singalong song led by Blackie’s anthemically present vocals. It is notieceable though that the whole middle of the song, where ideally you would be hit in the face by a Chris Holmes wailingly brilliant solo, is left to fend for itself in a solid rhythm pattern instead, which works fine, but showcases an opportunity not taken. It’s a great opening track. This is followed by the rip and tear aggression of “Hate to Love Me”, another great example of this album taking in the past but creating a modern take on the W.A.S.P formula. Blackie just charges along here on lead vocal, driven by Frankie Banali’s wonderful drumming and the great bass line from Mike Duda. Blackie unleashes a suitable solo through the middle of the track before crashing back into the heart of the song. Another great chorus that you can't help but walk around and sing while wandering through the office of the workplace, waiting for the inevitable reaction. Another great song to start off the album, which fades out to be replaced immediately by the opening riff of “Locomotive Man”, building through the first minute and increasing in power to the opening verse. Blackie takes over from here, also building in intensity in his lyrics in the power of his voice. This is a powerful song musically and lyrically, as Blackie explores the evil of the mass murderer. Great, amazing lyrics such as “I feel the rage that brings, the fame of that I need, I’m now a face forever more, Living with the fears, that hear those fantasies in me, Come and see sadness you never saw. No love for killer babies, my pain is written on your walls, oh it’s time I leave you now, Mama look what you made me, Your locomotive killer calls, Oh I know you hear me now”. Stepping inside the mind of the lunatics who have created school mass murders, Blackie is looking for the light but only seeing the dark. It’s a brilliant song, one of the best the band has produced in the second half of its career. Here again though, given how wonderful these three opening songs are, the lack of Chris Holmes’s guitar comes through. The songs remain terrific, but they miss that signature that he was able to offer as a postscript.
The expression of the depths of Blackie’s internal conflict within his faith is explored further in the dual tracks of the title track “Unholy Terror” into “Charisma”. “Unholy Terror” is the first of the slow acoustically driven tracks that allows the emotional response of Blackie’s own questioning to rise to the surface, before the drive into the rhythmic blast of guitars and bass break into “Charisma”. This even toned base tempo track settles into its groove, that again allows Blackie here to pontificate his deepest thoughts. And the conflict is again hard core. When he comes at you with lyrics such as “I'm a liar blinding your vision, Vatican Man, reaching fear and using religion with the bible and koran, I wrap myself in the American Flag and tell people I'm for which it stands, I'm coming back till you know I'm God, Till you believe, till you know my Charisma”. The stoney tone and mood of the track helps to amplify the lyrics into the focus of the song.
Perhaps by now you need a pick-me-up, and “Who Slayed Baby Jane?” is just the song to do it! This is lyrically right back into the satirical blood-splatter horror tone of the band and Blackie’s lyrics. Don’t try and read too much into them here, its like watching B-Grade Horror, just sit there and go along for the ride. The guitar solos here on this track may also sound like they are in a better form than those earlier in the album, so it should be no real surprise that it is Roy Z, better known from Tribe of Gypsies and contributions to Bruce Dickinson and Rob Halford’s solo albums, that shreds away on this song. It adds a nice element to the song. The album then drops back into the 3.5 minute instrumental “Euphoria”, one that has a Sabbathy vibe about its composition (yes, take a listen, there is a little bit of “Planet Caravan” about it musically!). Once it has completed its tour of alternate musical places we crash back into “Raven Heart”, one where Blackie explores the dark side of perceived immortality, surrendering to the supernatural to explore escaping death. Lyrically this is more of Blackie’s spiritual exploration and attempt to find what it is he seeks. Musically it lifts the album back up again and fires up the momentum that the instrumental had paused. This though again is brought back to heel with “Evermore”, Blackie’s attempt to revisit past glories in his power ballad phase. Like the previous track there is a mystical aspect to the lyrics here, and by mixing it with the changing musical focus as he attempts to rekindle memories of songs such as “Sleeping in the Fire” and “Forever Free” it all comes together with a purpose.
Thankfully for all, this is rectified by the fantatsic closing track on the album, arguably the most upbeat musically of the opus. The barreling opening riff sets the song off, and Blackie’s lyrics focus back to olden times, of the band’s beginnings on the strip in LA, the excesses of drugs and alcohol and of those who were indulging them. “Wasted White Boys” is not a title used lightly in this respect. There is a feeling of this being a leftover or revisiting of the band’s previous album “Helldorado” which specialised in songs of this description and character and lyrical content. And on an album that has taken a far deeper and more serious look into what Lawless was feeling during the composing of this album, it feels like it is out of place. But perhaps that was all a part of Blackie’s makeup during this time. Maybe, during his retrospection on his own life and the conflict he had within him at that time, that a part of him just wanted to return to those carefree days of 1984, where this was what surrounded him and his band, and they just had a good old time. Perhaps that is the significance of this song placed here at the conclusion of this album. I don’t know for sure, it is just speculation. What ISN’T speculation is the brilliant Roy Z again coming on board, and shredding for what feels like the final 20 minutes of this song, just charging away and not giving a toss as to when the song is supposed to finish. In many ways, that’s the perfect way to end what has been a hard core album.
This album was the true maturing of W.A.S.P. the band, and Blackie’s changing persona was probably a huge part of that. But the band had been together for some time now, and the sound that they produced had been drummed into them like everything else about it. It was regimented, it has been formulated, and it works. Yes, there is a similarity of the music here to songs and albums of previous days, and in many ways with W.A.S.P. every album since “The Crimson Idol” seemed to retain a piece of that style of riff rhythm about it. But the music continues to be great. Aside from the Chris Holmes factor being missing, the rhythm guitars always do the job, while the bass and drums stick together like glue. Here in the studio, Blackie gets his vocals sounding perfect, the harmonies and melodies sound brilliant.
This album for me is highly underrated, because it is so difficult to compare it to the three previous releases. I felt that on this album, the balance was restored. “Still Not Black Enough” had overtones of “The Crimson Idol” about it, “K.F.D” went into overdrive in aggressiveness and in trying to create something of a completely different sound than the band had ever produced before, and “Helldorado” overcorrected that by bringing back the original sound and feel of the band, but also with the overcooked sexual innuendo of the lyrics. “Unholy Terror” balances all those elements nicely. The music is brilliant, the subject matter of the songs worthy and enjoyable. You could sing these songs without cringing at the over seriousness of the subject matter or shaking your head at the silliness of it. The opening three songs are killer W.A.S.P. songs - “Let it Roar” hot off the plate, “Hate to Love Me’ hard hitting and catchy, and “Loco-Motive Man” straight out of that late 80’s W.A.S.P brilliance, even without Chris Holmes. “Unholy Terror” is the first of the slow acoustic driven tracks, and the sister track “Charisma” works fine as the segue. “Who Slayed Baby Jane” is classic W.A.S.P, and “Ravenheart” is of a similar ilk, but is wedged between the quiet instrumental “Euphoria” and then “Evermore”, where it is obvious that Blackie is trying to recreate the next “Forever Free”, and the rampant closing track “Wasted White Boys” is a beauty, with Roy Z laying waste to the song with a ripping closing guitar solo.
I bought this album on its release date, still tremendously excited about the prospect of a new W.A.S.P album. I had been obsessed with the band in my university days, and each new album had been gold to me, despite the changing lineups and style of music Blackie was choosing to create for each album. This one struck a tone with me, comparable to the serious tone of “The Headless Children” compared to its earlier albums. When this album first came out, I just loved it. Apart from the songs “Unholy Terror”, “Euphoria” and probably “Evermore”, I loved the energy of what had been produced. I loved the way that the different parts of the band’s past had been tinkered and ironed and then brought out on this collection. Yes, the disappointment that Chris Holmes was gone from the band forever was overriding, but this album still sat in my CD player for that 3-4 months period that the good new albums did. As it turns out, even though I have enjoyed most of the albums the band has released after this, it was probably the last time I felt REALLY good about a new W.A.S.P. album.
Listening to it again now for the past two has been instructive. I may not listen to this album every year, but it is every two years at worst. And this week, as with most of the times I put it on, I was struck once again by how very very good it really is. It is an album that rarely gets its dues or is mentioned as a great W.A.S.P. album – the great podcast host Matt from Kansas City is one of the few who truly mentions this on a regular basis... hi Matt! - and yet it really does stick out as one of their best.
This may well have acted as a catalyst for the continued album releases that followed it. Indeed, the next album came within 12 months of this release, though its subject matter that referenced a disaster that hit home extremely hard for Blackie drove his black heart into overdrive. And we will of course cover that event in the not too distance future.