The incendiary wrath on display here, so unapologetic and infectious, makes this album undoubtedly Slayer’s.
This isn't going to be one of the classic Slayer albums, but there's still plenty of good thrash to be found on Repentless.
They've managed to produce one good record without two irreplaceable members; even so, Repentless doesn't quite answer if they've still got it for the long haul.
The aggression feels forced and King seems like he is bullying his way through the record. The band does not bring anything new to the table and the record lacks the visceral undercurrent of classic Slayer.
Repentless was never going to be Lulu, though the lack of surprises amongst diminishing returns is almost as bad.
It's Slayer's first record without late guitarist-songwriter Jeff Hanneman — but it's their most vital, bloodthirsty offering since 2001's God Hates Us All, with furious guitar solos from Kerry King and guest Gary Holt.
I’ve spun Repentless over and over, waiting for the listen that makes me love it, but I can’t lie, I’m not feeling it, and I probably won’t listen to it again.
Slayer will continue to do fine as a live band no matter what, but if they want people to care about their new music, they’re going to have to do better than this.