But seriously, these creeps are really impressive at what they do. Powerwolf's agenda during the whole of "Blood of the Saints" pretty much reflects the chorus-heavy patriotism and lycanthropic dimness of the faction's tenebrous discography through each and every song, yielding many sing-along choruses and catchy melodies in the process. Musically, the riffs are fairly simple and lack total variety, but are still nice enough to trigger those reflexes in your neck, and the group's many tempo-shifts and influences certainly shine in different magnitudes as the record gallops onward. Attila Dorn's vocals nails up the general creepiness to a tenfold, and his overall ability is just superb; a great performance from Dorn as usual. I find myself enthralled by the organs/keyboards with every listen as well, because the collision produced against the instrumental front is delightfully campy, like a horror movie with a terrible plot and foul acting that you just can't not love to death.

The production carries the conventional ball and chain of any power metal release as the guitars flow powerfully underneath Dorn's ominous chimes and the brooding keyboards; the overall sound is clear and pristine, a great match for Powerwolf's testaments. Every track is surprisingly memorable in its own right overall, except for "Ira Sancti (When the Saints Are Going Wild)," which stinks up the band's equation with a trite chorus and customary rubbish of an irksome nature. In terms of content, "Blood of the Saints" would not be my first choice for an introduction into the mythology of these lycanthropic cultists, yet I'm still overwhelmed by the band's ability and find the catchy choruses bouncing from one end of my brain to the other during my downtime. Catchy, addictive, memorable...oh yea.