
Jason X, a.k.a., Jason X: Friday the 13th, a.k.a., Jason 10 (2001)

Jason X, a.k.a., Jason X: Friday the 13th, a.k.a., Jason 10 (2001)

Over the course of the six songs on this EP, Saskrotch turns out fast-paced chiptune breaks, with pulsing bass, tinny snare loops, chattering beats, and bloopy synths. “Beats of Rage” brings in a guest (or sampled) rapper, which puts a fairly large twist on the usual Saskrotch dynamic, but also brings higher energy and tightness than any of the other tracks, though “I’m the Fucking King of Chipbreak” gives it good competition with its bursts of almost Venetian Snares-y break jumps. “I Guess You Didn’t See The Irony Of Our Situation” provides a nice midpoint breather of mellowness, before ramping back up to a lower high for the last two songs, and a return to rap sampling in the closing title track. All together, enjoyable, but outside of “Beats of Rage”, nothing that really stands out as unusual for the artist.
Rosso Sangue, a.k.a., Absurd, a.k.a., Horrible, a.k.a., Monster Hunter, a.k.a., The Grim Reaper 2, a.k.a., Anthropophagous 2, a.k.a., Zombie 6: Monster Hunter (1981)

Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood, a.k.a.,
Friday the 13th: The New Blood – Part 7
(1988)

Child’s Play 3, a.k.a., Child Play 3, a.k.a., Chucky 3, a.k.a., Child’s Play III (1991)
Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989)

C.H.U.D. II: Bud the Chud, a.k.a., C.H.U.D. 2, a.k.a., C.H.U.D. II (1989)
Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday, a.k.a., Friday the 13th Part 9: Jason Goes to Hell – The Final Friday, a.k.a., Jason Goes to Hell, a.k.a., Friday the 13th IX (1993)

Jason X, a.k.a., Jason X: Friday the 13th, a.k.a., Jason 10 (2001)

On Danzig’s third album, the band follows their goth blues metal style through heavy riffs, front-man Glenn Danzig’s low-to-mid-pitched howls and growls, and crooning passages of lightness which invariably end up traded back into brooding over women, religion, and/or mortality. Strong drum-work and expressive tone-handling from the guitarist lend the swaggering melodies (usually powered by a sturdy bass-line) a wider range of movement, and the choruses ride a fine line of frequency, occasionally tipping over into a few too many repetitions, but generally fitting the surrounding structures of the songs.
There’s a strong rockabilly flavor to most of the songs, with the slower tempos, stiffer guitar edge, and Satanic gloss being the main points of divergence from that style. And while the lyrics tend to be secondary to the impassioned delivery, the flow and net impact of the songs builds out to a solid overall album, though the title track steals the limelight from the rest.