In thrash, bands are often divided in two very separate categories: those that perform tribute songs, and those that make sure they don't perform tribute songs. When a band attempts the classic genre nowadays, it usually ends in some piss-poor Exodus worship with no spice at all, yet Svarta Zvrhlost is just one of those releases that makes you wish more of its kind would emerge; thrash metal isn't just represented, but also juiced and brought to its own destructive limits for your head-banging enjoyment. Tell those Bay Area clowns to pack their bags! Slovakia now has the good stuff!Four words can describe this release indefinitely: technical thrash with balls. Right from the beginning, sweeping riffs focusing on speed and heaviness quickly slice your listening space like bullets in a war zone. If you somehow survived that murderous violence, a blast of vicious percussion fires rapid bass pedals and complex fills while blistering solos totally annihilate everything in sight; this is what Majster Kat is all about. Boring thrash is not welcome here, and Majster Kat makes damn sure all those potential problems are weeded out from their instrumental initiation. The good riffs are also infinite in number. Seriously, you won't find a single one leeching your pleasure away.
Majster Kat can easily bend in and out of insane patterns utilizing technical riffs, puncturing bass lines, and sensational percussion without strain, but they also add in some personal perks that are completely beneficial toward their chaotic sound. Melodic-laden riffs are frequently used to connect channels that are bursting with thrash, yet doing so paves many new roads for Majster Kat to travel on; it's a wonderful bridge between two separate formations successfully becoming one.
If I had to choose my favorite quality of Svarta Zvrhlost it would definitely be the vocals. Slymák's voice has this crazy, bombastic pitch to it, almost like he's been locked up in a nuthouse and somehow escaped. I'd say he sounds very much like Vio-lence's Sean Killian, but Slymák just has this menacing edge that literally makes him sound like a psychopathic madman! Great thrash with twisted barks? Yes please!
Bands like Evile or Blood Tsunami can boast about their retroactive approach or their pseudo-Overkill worship, but setting aside jibber-jabber, Majster Kat easily pounds them all to dust; they exercise a REAL thrash edge that's both pestering and technical, yet the whole group sounds completely original when doing so, which is very hard to find in such a particular genre. As a whole, this record simply has large layers of girth working to keep it warm like Luke Skywalker in that camel-like creature, and when obeying thrash's rules, Majster Kat makes a release you just can't put down. Svarta Zvrhlost slays, and you'd be an absolute nut to ignore one of the finest slabs of post-1980s thrash available in a scene that just can't seem to ignite itself.