One of the lesser-known and less-appreciated bands of the East Coast speed/thrash scene, New Jersey's Blessed Death were nonetheless talented and ass-kicking, while still suffering from a mild case of schizophrenia. You see, Blessed Death (judging from their recordings, at least) couldn't decide who they wanted to be. Balls-clutching Belladonna falsetto vocals? Check. Gruff, Lemmy-esque barks with hints of Araya, punctuated with Baloff screeching? Yep. Ook-dack ook-dack thrash drum patterns? Got it. Teutonic Sodom/Destruction riffs? No problem. Atonal Hanneman/King solos? Affirmative. Etc. etc. etc...
Not that there's anything wrong with any of that. These guys might have had split personality issues, but it still makes for a damn fine record. If anything, the on-again, off-again opera wailing might get a little tiresome ("Pray For Death"), but if you can handle early Hirax, you'll be fine with Blessed Death. Thrashing, slamming, beer-swilling, coke-sniffing, denim-and-leather fun, with lyrical themes displaying the prerequisite mid-80's fascination with nuclear war - as well as a couple songs about computers and aliens thrown in for good measure. This chick is totally into it.
"Heyday" era Blessed Death...
... And then there's this. I'm guessing this photo was taken sometime around their unfortunate 2006 "reunion":
Extras from that Martini Ranch video? You decide.
Speaking of "destined for extinction", WHAT. THE. FUCK.