(Andy Synn offers his humble thoughts on the first new Sadus album in seventeen years)
Some bands, as I’m sure you’re aware, are so seminal that fragments of their musical DNA still litter the genetic code of pretty much all their descendants, no matter how far removed.
For example, no matter how “extreme” or “avant-garde” or “genre non-conforming” you might be, there’s always going to be some Black Sabbath or Judas Priest or Motorhead in your music, in the same way that we all, deep-down, still have bits and pieces of our earliest ancestors swimming around in our primordial protoplasm.
But it’s not just the biggest and most notable (or notorious) names who leave their mark upon us. And chances are that if you’ve ever been a fan of the proggier side of Thrash or the more technical end of Death Metal then you’ve probably absorbed some Sadus into your system, even if you didn’t know it at the time.
And now, seventeen(!) years since we last heard from them – a time in which a whole generation of Metal fans may well have grown up having never even heard of them – Sadus have returned to retake their place in a Metal scene whose seeds they undoubtedly played at least some small part in sowing.