Speed all that up just enough to shake the frat boys off the back of the truck, and you've got the Haunted. Each song here has about 10 riffs, 3 twin-guitar solos, 30 gallons of pedal distortion, and one hell of a lot of screaming. It's fantastic rock and roll, and it's just abrasive enough to keep the record-buying public at bay -- which is OK, too, because we're tired of settling for the lowest-common-denominator gunk that the Big Three keep throwing at us, and we'd much rather listen to music that sounds like prime Thin Lizzy being attacked by some psycho with a lawn mower somewhere just north of Gothenburg. Wouldn't we?
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