Hooded Menace on a sunny summer day: feels nice just like metamphetamine withdrawals. Their doom and death cruising is slow, heavy and oppressing – and it works live, believe me. You can rarely witness a worshipping session of this calibre, but I made it alive without injuries. Physically, at least.
The Hoods’ miminal mut elegant sound is hypnotic at its best; the songs progress with a strange logic of their own. Sometimes it’s weird, Lovecraftian melodies and sometimes fantastic moshing riffs. Other times the going is so slow that you could go the loo and back between the hi-hat beats. But on the whole it works, including the immense chilling-out bits between songs and in the beginning of the gig. It was an unforgettable experience.
Ville Räisänen
Translation: Alma Tuominen
