Question #1: Is it Hallows Eve or Hallow’s Eve (with the apostrophe)? They pretty much use the two spellings interchangeably. The cover clearly says Hallows Eve. The cassette label says Hallow’s Eve. The original LP back cover says “produced by – Hallow’s Eve”. Pretty sure the official decision is Hallows Eve, though. These things matter!
Question #2: What is wrong with that guy on the album cover? Clearly he has some dis-morphia with regards to his musculatory system. I mean, look at his upper arms. There’s an extra muscle there. And those forearms are riDONKulous! Gotta love these old-school, cheap-ass album covers!
Okay, down to business. Atlanta thrash maniacs Hallows Eve debuted with the Tales Of Terror LP in 1985. The album clocks in at just under a half hour. It’s a quick bludgeon to the face, neck, chest and breast, and then POOF… it’s over! Tales Of Terror is an old-school neck-wrecker that puts a nostalgic black-toothed grin on my ugly mug. I mean, this thing just reeks of all things 1985. At the time, thrash/speed metal was starting to really blossom. It was a time for discovery. Tons of bands were coming forward but no one really knew what direction this new genre was going. The vast majority of these albums sounded like glorified demos. For some reason, that low-budget, raw sound was the norm. Maybe it was by choice but more often it was a direct result of a lack of funds being thrown at the genre by the record labels. Megadeth, Overkill, Abattoir, Bloodlust, Blessed Death and so on and so on… these are just some of the bands that released LPs in 1985, and the albums they put out sound pretty damn crusty today. In a short period of time, the cream of the genre rose to the top with more technical and well-produced albums. 1986 was the big year. Metallica, Slayer and Megadeth brought thrash to a whole new level with HUGE albums, leaving the once promising underground ampheta-metal of 1985 frozen in cult status, where it probably belonged.
Tales Of Terror contains eight tracks of electro-violence played with reckless abandoned. Vocalist Stacy Anderson growls, yelps and shouts his way through this horror show. (To be fair, he also sings once in a while.) I like the track There Are No Rules, where Anderson’s motor mouth goes at 100 mph, spewing out the lyrics and challenging the band to keep up. This is a fun album that really exemplifies the spirit that some of these early thrashers had. They really wanted nothing more than to play loud and fast and leave you wearing a neck-brace. My score: B