When you think of 2001 and the state of metal at the time (especially in the USA), very few thrash records come to mind. After all, this was a year dominated by Slipknot’s Iowa, Drowning Pool’s Sinner, System of a Down’s Toxicity and Rammstein’s Mutter. So, being the extreme stalwarts that they are, Slayer looked up and said “Yeah, f*ck your sh*t”, releasing the inflamattory God Hates Us All in September, 2001.
As if to make up for the past several years of Linkin Park, Limp Bizkit and Papa Roach, Slayer’s ninth album was as heavy as an anvil the size of a plane, bolstered by the incessant speed of live mainstay “Disciple” and the grooving weight of single “Bloodline”.
Fitting thirteen incendiary tracks into 42 minutes, God Hates Us All is an exercise in ceaselessly frantic insanity, delivering an all-killer-no-filler assault that demonstrated that, beneath all the nu metal, there was still a market for balls-to-the-wall musical madness.
With this record, Slayer had delivered easily their best album in more than a decade; for thrash, it could not have come at a more vital time. God Hates Us All was a light in the black, signalling that speed metal still had the fan-base and the potential to return to its former glories.