Ten Thousand Fists
Crude or Profane Language
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Other Negative Elements
Singer David Draiman often uses the biblically informed language of a God-haunted man with an intuitive need for some sort of salvation. On “Just Stop” he asks for forgiveness and longs to be a source of compassion. “Sons of Plunder” criticizes musicians who sell their souls for success. A man waiting to enter hell wonders how he ended up there (“Overburdened”). Tunes expose the soul-searing dangers of excess (“Decadence,” “Avarice”), preach perseverance amid criticism (“I’m Alive”), mourn lives lost in Iraq (“Sacred Lie”) and rally fans to improve the world (a quality remake of the 1986 Genesis hit “Land of Confusion”).
Flickers of hope and introspection get snuffed out by a brooding, despairing tone. The title cut uses “g--d--n,” while an s-word appears on “Sons of Plunder.” “I’m Alive” recommends unleashing hostility. “Avarice” says, “I’ll savor this anger/My hate makes me stronger.”
A surprisingly thoughtful release. With guitars sounding like power tools, Ten Thousand Fists pounds away at social ills and empty pursuits. If only it had unclenched its militant fingers long enough to point to answers. Don’t bother with Disturbed’s latest, but pray that Draiman finds the redemption he hungers for.