These Seattle boys sure got some respect for the riff and not much else, judging by the songwriting and the resulting mix. If you’re hearing more than scratchy guitars, raspy vocals, and snappy snare hits, you’re certainly picking up more than I possibly could. Still, the riffs are enough to keep me entertained. The aforementioned “Warlords,” “Out of the Violent Planet,” and “Knights of the Black Cross vs. the Reavers of the Red Death” (awesome title) each rocked the shit out of my headphones with crusty, sometimes doomy, but always thrashy guitars. The mix could’ve definitely done with a little more bottom end on the kick drums, but then this probably wouldn’t have the lo-fi charm it resonates with every struck chord.

You’d think an album about people fighting on Mars and crazy Cthulhu-esque creatures ravaging the planet would be a little more juvenile. Scorched-Earth handles the material with a bizarre reverence that were any other band to handle this stuff, most people wouldn’t be able to get past the first song without dismissing it on the grounds of self-indulgent lunacy (it’s probably why I’m one of a select few that enjoy Ziltoid the Omniscient). Scorched-Earth cast aside any notion of bullshit the lyrics might suggest; the music is empowering, monstrous stuff that combines the fiercest elements of the classic 70’s hard rock bands and the sometimes crippling speed of thrash metal. There’s no sly winks nor innocuous nudges on this record. At its best, Scorched-Earth reminds me of those Australian war-mongers, Deströyer 666, circa Unchain the Wolves. At worst, Scorched-Earth goes a little overboard on some of the song lengths, but that’s a relatively minor complaint.

Barring a bare-bones overall drum sound and some overwrought songs here and there, Scorched-Earth’s Mars is about as innovative with the thrash formula as I’ve heard in recent days. Definitely worth a listen or two for those even mildly curious. Personally, I’m on my thirtieth or so with no sign of it leaving my playlist for a while.