By Lord Randall

Four albums in 16 years. Four lineups in 16 years, save kommander KK Warslut. With barely a peep from Australia’s DESTROYER 666 since ‘09s mediocre Defiance and, given the ever-fickle tastes of we who are bombarded with 100 bands that sound “just like” at the drop of a finger on an Enter key, Wildfire better deliver. Big time.

Speed, much? ‘Traitor’ rips out of the tomb with the fury of early Teutonic warriors RUNNING WILD and SODOM, a bit of marching stomp thrown in to allow for windmill action, while ‘Live And Burn’ erm, burns with the clang’n’clatter glory that leaves you wondering if the band might actually spontaneously combust. Remember the first time you heard Lemmy & Co. do ‘Iron Fist’? That feeling. Instrumentals have long been the “head to the bar for a drink” songs for me in most bands’ repertoire, and ‘Artiglio del Diavolo’ is no exception. From its falsely soothing intro to solid rhythms and riffwork once the tune gets going, ‘Hounds At Ya Back’ is a battle hymn made for the live show, horns – and possibly semi-auto weaponry – thrown to the sky. Now here’s where it all gets wonky. If you spring for the deluxe digipack, you get ‘Deathblow’, which is D666 all grimy, full of road-grit and speed. If you didn’t, you get ‘Hymn To Dionysus’ which, while by no means “bad” carries on at the mid-pace, making it and ‘Hounds…’ kind of run together on the album. ‘White Line Fever’ and ‘Die You Fucking Pig!’ are passable, but devoid of the bone-breaking snap we want from KK Warslut, and ‘Tamam Shud’ would be a decent finale, but for the fact that, at nearly seven minutes in length, I’m left with the impression DESTROYER 666 is grasping at the heels of bands like MARDUK and WATAIN with these extended songs when the short, sharp shocks serve them better.

In the end, "Wildfire" sparks when it should flame, sputters when it should roar, singes when it should sear.