Night of the Wolf has been a steam infested shred fest since time immemorial. Graced by the god of thunder, they shower a lightning sword of rock to every soul within reach. If the duel guitar harmonies don’t kick your teeth in, then surely the sparkle of the drums and Kustom cabinet will blow your mind harder than a 5 gram sack of mushrooms. So leave your six wives and harlots at home, there’s no nagging here, only face melting – gravity defying shreds. Besides, polygamy is dead. Night of the Wolf is very much alive.
In a sea of smirking, reheated nostalgia, NOTW stand out. I won’t waste time searching for synonyms for “breathes new life into a classic sound.” This is a band I’d stake my reputation on.
“If Lemmy fronted early Metallica and they played in southern TN, this is what it would sound like.”