On the dreary sky of the Swedish metal underground, the star of Vampire is gleaming with the perverse glow of times long gone. Resenting the inferior state of metal community in the home grounds of Gothenburg, this spawn of the night is out to reap minds and destroy souls. Indefinably traditional yet curiously fresh-sounding, the debut cassette offers three raw slices of some of the most poisonous metal of the decade this far.
Vampire plays thrash metal for satanists, or black metal for people who gave them self up to vintage Earache. This steel fanged atrocity is coming for you, and it will fuck your record collection up.