T.C.F. – Where Madness Reigns

Four minutes—exactly two songs—into Where Madness Reigns you’ll be triple checking the back cover of your cd just to make sure that you’ve not overlooked the fact that it is indeed a re-issue of some dusty old relic from the cassette tape days. Fact is, you just don’t hear convincing, relevant crossover these days. Just how old school is Holland’s T.F.C.? They’ve got Ronald Reagan samples on their record.  That’s a fixation.

This is full-blooded crossover thrash metal in the classic spirit of Nuclear Assault, S.O.D., D.R.I.,D.B.C. and a bunch of other initials. It’s part age-old railing against government and corporations, part fist pumping moshpit madness. And that shit is evergreen.  T.C.F. doesn’t play the beer-bong party thrash that was in vogue for a moment, but their bright tones and redlined tempos are still guaranteed to put a big, sheepish grin on your mug.  These guys are clearly worshipping at the altar of the old guard, but not with a wink and a nod—T.C.F. comes off as legitimate devotees. Lifers. And Where Madness Reigns is damn convincing.

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