It was the cover more than anything else. I started my affair with California’s Testament with Practice What You Preach for the same reason, but there was something about the glass of the logo, the blues and blacks that made me think The New Order was colder, a more clinical and icy experience than what I already knew. I don’t recall hearing any of the tracks beforehand; radio was miles away from this and MTV was busy with the new album so I took a chance, as you did back then. What I got depends on your starting point: it was indeed a colder, icy and more clinical thrash attack than the more streamlined and accessible approach of the band’s breakout. But compared to The Legacy, you can hear the band stretching into an identifiable form, turning into what would break them to the wider world just a year later.

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Why do we consume what we consume? Sometimes it’s been a week, you know? And you just want to sink into familiarity, not worry about anything other than indulging youthful nostalgia. Which in my case is very much metal from the 80s. I was never one to hold onto the things from my childhood, meaning all the cassettes and albums I collected as a kid were tossed as soon as I started moving from apartment to apartment, and then got married, and moved again. So it’s been a slow re-build of some of my beloved thrash albums, starting with Testament, who Nuclear Blast saw fit to start re-issuing on vinyl last year. And even though it was the fourth album by them I got as a kid, we’ll start at the beginning with The Legacy, because it’s only gotten better over the years.

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