"For The Love Of Thugs & Fools"

By Lord Randall

This writer’s first experience with Chicagoland mainstays BIBLE OF THE DEVIL came courtesy of 2006’s biker metal hymnal "The Diabolic Procession". “Sure,” this writer thought, “but can they do it live?” Fast forward a year or so, and BOTD saw to it at their hometown (M)Alehorn Of Power performance that “this writer’s” ass was summarily stolen, kicked, then handed back to him. That I also first came into contact with our very own Dr. Mality at said show certainly didn’t hurt. (Certainly an experience to make one question God---Overlord Mality)

Back to the business at hand, which, for BOTD has always been about kicking ass, and not giving a fuck about taking names. After a 4-year wait between albums – 3 (count ‘em!) split EPs not withstanding – "For The Love Of Thugs & Fools" returns to see what more damage (if any) the fearsome foursome has left. The dulcet, soothing tones of ‘Sexual Overture’ lull the listener into the sylvan, pastoral soundscapes that BOTD are so well known for, only to be slowly morphed into what could be D.A.D.’s  classic ‘Sleepin’ My Day Away’ redone for the millennia set. ‘Raw And Order’ slithers with a serpentine G’N’R groove from those 3 years they were worth a shit, and ‘The Parcher’ is straight up THIN LIZZY, respectful without ripping off. Quite frankly, a good portion of FTLOT&F recalls the glory that was Lynott & Co., but that is far less a testament to the “unoriginality” of BOTD that it is to the far-reaching influence of the former across the entire spectrum of heartfelt and headbang-worthy rock.

 No self-styled beardrockers here, no trendy microbrews, just sweat, blistered fingers and tales of life on the road and at home. The riffwork in ‘Can’t Turn Off The Sun’ is monstrous, while ‘Yer Boy’ stomps with the platform-booted, glammed-out memorability of SLADE or Marc Bolan. Quality stuff throughout can be found on FTLOT&F, and, though the retro references abound for those of us old enough to know better, but far too young to care, let me assure you that BOTD is primed and ready to drag real rock kicking and screaming wherever they appear, be it on album or stage.

I’d like to say one would be remiss in calling what the quartet does deceptively simple, but it’s not. It really is a simple battle plan they have, and BIBLE OF THE DEVIL executes it well: roll in, rock out, ride on.