After Seasons, Slayer regressed into too-clean production that undercut their menace, and Araya's vocals are exposed, as goofy as South of Heaven all over again. But Divine Intervention mostly makes up for it by being fast as shit, Bostaph's drums on a rampage, guitars gamely galloping to keep up.
Just look at those album covers though, man. Seasons is all raw symbolism -- this one's is all Giger airbrushed slickness. It's brilliant and brutal, but a million miles from the genuine savagery of Slayer of old, a killing machine that keeps the blood off the hands of man 3.5/5
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