I’m the resident goat guy ’round these parts, so it was my solemn duty to check out any album with the horned beast featured so prominently in the title. Alas, I only see six, and not 666 goats actually carrying (though pulling would be more accurate) said chariot, but despair not, because Bütcher make no pretensions of math being their strong suit. Their trump card is metal, and 666 Goats Carry My Chariot is an almost ridiculous blast of old school thrash and speed: full of bombast, screams and leads that will melt your face and drive you away to dismal cold.
Even though the current logo reminds me of a burning in hellfire Stryper. Continue reading