Right To Asylum – Review

I woke up this morning, I was awake. Am I so obvious?- Sounds like a lyric. I thought I would catch up on some emails and stuff – so I gave a link to ‘Right To Asylum’ a go……as the sun began to rise above, the house began to shake.

Paul (Right To Asylum) by his own admission lists amongst his influences the heavy guitar riffing giants of the past few decades and this is exactly what you get. There are some truly wonderful instrumental moments here which are executed in a very businesslike manner. The track that pops out from the rest is ‘No More Roads’, which unlike the rest has a vocal on it. This track is more subtle and maybe more conventional – the vocal is extremely confident and I can’t wait to hear more. Embryonic, perhaps but well worth keeping an ear on – I will be back!

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This is what they said:

Right To Asylum is a solo metal project of mine where I do all the writing and recording (with the exception of some guest vocals on the rare occasion). I’m not a drummer, nor do I own a bass, so I fill out my rhythm section with digital instruments I program. I’ve recently finished my first album and am currently working on figuring out what #2 should sound like.

This is a project with no intention of profit or even performance. It is a simply chance to record what is itching to come out of my own personal style when I hold a guitar. A chance to record original material for the purpose of sharing it with like-minded individuals and those not so like-minded. An expression of self, like all music should be.

Some of biggest influences on my music would be bands like Megadeth, Motorhead, Godsmack, and all things heavy. Biggest influence to start recording my own stuff was definitely seeing Dave Mustaine with his new lineup a year ago in Seoul, South Korea. Now I’m glad to be laying down my own bit of material for everyone. Hope you enjoy.

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'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.