review: Torrefy

Torrefy

Life is Bad

1 July 2020

In some stories, people are scared of repugnant characters’ hideousness, violence, anger, yet somehow someone figures out that the ugly creature has some redeeming qualities, and that there is even a tiny bit of beauty within. Torrefy is like that character. When the packs of undomesticated pit bulls that roam Victoria, Canada see these bad hombres walking down the city’s filthy, crime-ridden, rat-infested, garbage-covered, rotting streets, those dogs quickly run away to the other side of the street. Why? They know! Gremlin-witch vocals, dirty thrashing guitars, obnoxiously speeds. It’s no wonder that these bandidos have been in and out of jail so much, and that their parents kicked them out of the house years ago. Victoria can’t wait for the day these Huns move away to the Yukon Territory, Siberia, Antarctica, or Seattle.

Do you remember a long time ago when this review said that “somehow someone figures out” that the monster has some good qualities? Well, friend, guess who? Guess who is that special someone that is able to see beyond the physically and sonically repulsiveness of Torrefy? It is you, friend! You are that special person that appreciates the inner beauty of the black thrash of Torrefy. Other people hear angry screaming, but you hear the fun, lunatic rantings possessed by the passion to make people mosh. From that point forward, the good times keep going and hopping, inviting thrashers to take someone else by the hand gently, and then wrestling them down to the mosh pit. These hooligans may be a bunch of anonymous alcoholics and have questionable hygiene habits, but this is their third album and they have been wrecking their necks for some nine years. They write headbanging mosh songs. They shred. It’s fun, filthy metal. That is how they redeem themselves.

Torrefy - Torrn Apart by Machinery

Torrefy - Plague of Empires (Official Video)

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