Beware, evil inside!

Powerwolf were initially only a minor playground of Stoner Rocker Red Aim and the gothic metallers Flowing Tears, in which the musicians of the band did you work otherwise. But very quickly it developed a unique brand with its winking wolf image that no one takes so seriously. At least arguably the band itself. But musically were Powerwolf from the beginning to be taken seriously. Her first two albums Return in bloodred and especially Lupus Dei, which has withstood the endurance test unscathed, were quite good and entertaining metal discs. Also live knew the band always convincing and brought a lot of good humor on stage.

With Bible of the beast now follows the third Powerwolf Prank. Once again, the band was looking for a sunny place between traditional 80s Metal and European power metal. Just like the two predecessors. But on this album, the band wants their fans probably give a little more of everything. More bombast and pomp, more choirs and more mitsingbare choruses. Not infrequently is swung in Bible of the beast, the symphonic club. Already the permeable opener "Raise your fist evangelist," begins with Carmina Burana-like choruses, which runs through the whole album. By contrast, with their Accept act KosakenChor choruses like little schoolboys.

Sometimes the whole is a bit too much and you wish for something down to earth Arrangements how they (celebrating the "Saturday Satan" here his resurrection) in the form of straight and rocking "Panic at the pentagram" and "Resurrection by erection" finds. For easy to overlook one that hid numerous cool songs on this bombastic shell. In addition to the two mentioned the example would be the almost Genghis Khan-like "Werewolves of Armenia", the fleet Fetzer "Seven Deadly Saints" or "Catholic in the morning ... satanist at night", the hymn to all amateur and Kitschsatanisten , All snappy and live suitable firecrackers with great vocals. Frontman Attila Dorn has already deserves an extra mention.

This ensures with his humorous and not really sincere texts but also for a laugh or two, which is only the icing on the right Powerwolf soup. Because this band creates a self-irony to the day that completely lacks oh so true metallic bands like Hammerfall and ensures that you will find this especially ridiculous. In Bible of the beast you like howls once again with the wolves, because the band is an extremely entertaining album that you like to push in the CD slot, even if the disc the last ounce due to the almost exaggerated pomp (at some places a kind Nightwish lacking in male) and its predecessor made a little more fun. But anyway, we cite briefly the atmospheric final song of the album: Forever wolves against the world!