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40 Years Ago – Pantera Release Their First Album ‘Metal Magic’

Everyone has seen the press photos of Pantera in their hair metal days and many have heard the music from the four albums they self-released before 1990’s post-thrash metal breakthrough Cowboys From Hell. To this day, Pantera don’t talk much about their early years, considering them the growing pains that were necessary to discover their true path.

“Shit man,” drummer Vinnie Paul once told me. “Everybody makes mistakes when they’re young and stupid and nobody knows about them. Except all these people know how we started when we were teenagers.”

In truth, Pantera has nothing to be embarrassed about — except maybe the teased hair and spandex … Oh, and the ridiculous cover of their debut Metal Magic, which came out June 10, 1983.

At the time, Vinnie Paul was 19 and his brother Darrell was 17. The band was largely influenced by KISS and Van Halen, and had ridiculous song titles like “Ride My Rocket” and “Tell Me If You Want It.”

Actually, the beginning of “Ride My Rocket” sounds a whole lot like KISS’ “Detroit Rock City,” but Dimebag Darrell (known in the '80s as Diamond Darrell) was already a formidable guitar player, and while his leads throughout the record may lack the power of thrash, they’re fast and articulate, following in the style of his childhood heroes Randy Rhoads and Eddie Van Halen.

Pantera, "Ride My Rocket"

Anyone expecting the songs to be angry, fierce or soul-stricken should look elsewhere. At the time, vocalist Philip Anselmo was fighting his own hair metal battles in New Orleans in Razor White while Pantera featured singer Terry Glaze, who was competent, but more enamored with the bratty, sleazy vibe of Sunset Strip bands like Ratt and Motley Crue than the brutal roar of Metallica or Slayer.

Back then, Pantera were managed by Vinnie and Dime’s dad, country music producer Jerry Abbott, and he and his boys were desperately trying to find a niche. They didn’t tour much, but played regular local gigs where they performed mostly covers by popular glam metal bands.

It’s worth noting that club owners at the time didn’t want new bands to perform originals and fared far better financially when their acts played two or three sets a night of mostly covers. By the third set, Pantera would add some originals and judging by the crowd reaction they’d decide how to proceed.

So is Metal Magic worth listening to? Well, maybe, but only as a curiosity (unless you’re a huge glam metal fan). The songs are definitely derivative of KISS and Ratt, and Glaze’s vocals are pretty generic. Even if you make it past the sex moans in “I’ll Be Alright” and the KISS-meets-KISS progressions of “Latest Lover,” the power ballad “Biggest Part of Me” is unlistenable. And the keyboards throughout are pretty horrible sounding.

Pantera, Live in 1983 — Battle of the Bands

Still, it’s pretty impressive that Vinnie, Dime and Rex Brown (who went by Rex Rocker) could put together a batch of tight and melodic songs before they turned 20 regardless of how silly and dated they sound today, especially in light of how great the band became less than 10 years later.

Everything — aside from Dime’s solos — isn’t completely dreadful. “Metal Magic” and “Rock Out” are almost speed metal, sounding somewhat analogous to what Raven were doing at the time. But yeah, the best thing about Metal Magic is that it shows how much room Pantera had for improvement.

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Once upon a time, four young men from Texas were destined to glory.. Well, maybe only three of them… They were destined to becoming immortal, influential and forever change the scene of heavy metal music … Arguably to the worse … Or to the better … [Mostly depends on how much you like or dislike bands such Slipknot, Korn, Killswitch Engage, etc (ehm nu-metal and metalcore uhm)]

From the deepness of our beloved Longhorn State, in the summer of ’83: Terry Glaze, Diamond Darrell, Vinnie Paul, Rex Rocker put the light on a phenomenon that would reshape and innovate the way we listen to music forever. I’m, of course, talking about Pantera, a new source of profundity for the new generations to grasp and expand their limited and restricted horizons upon. Just like game-changing bands such as Venom that debuted with their masterpiece Welcome To Hell, Death debuting with Scream Bloody Gore, Morbid Angel starting with Altars Of Madness, Napalm Death with Scum, Black Sabbath and Black Sabbath, Guns n Roses and Appetite for Destruction, bloody Mayhem and their influential De Mysteriis Dom Satanas, Pantera debuted with one of the most influential, groundbreaking, breathtaking, mind-boggling, thrilling, remarkable, stupendous debut-albums the music industry has ever witnessed and of course, we’re talking here about the phenomenal Metal Magic.

Jokes aside, it’s not that good. Bare with me. So the album is constructed of 10 pieces distributed over 40 minutes. Pantera is praised for creating groove metal (Not sorry, Exhorder). Well things didn’t start off that way actually, the genre here is a blind mix of heavy and glam metal, obviously influenced by bands such as Kiss and Van Halen.

The album opens up with Ride My Rocket that starts with a first riff ripping-off Kiss’ Detroit Rock City. Beautiful. The vocals here totally fits the era, a typical hair metal way of singing, the lyrics aren’t impressive. I don’t like judging a book by its title but in this case, it works. You can hear him saying “Ride My Rocket” too many times over the span of 4 minutes. The highlight is a guitar solo that resonates how talented Dimebag was at 16 years old. Other than that, that’s it. Another hard rock track to jam upon on a Sunday’s family car trip.

I’ll Be Alright follows. Look, the production isn’t that great but what are you expecting? Another generic hair metal construction. I mean you can sense heavy metal elements here and there, but it’s not like Iron Maiden when they started in the 1980 (even thought, the latter had a lot of punk influences in their first 2 albums) but hey, Number Of The Beast was released a year ago so … Whatever … The best part is again, the fast-hitting guitar solo, an iota of promise.

Tell Me If You Want It starts a bit good, the riffs are dirty and something about the vocals is erotic. But seriously-speaking, I can’t dig Mr. Glaze’s vocals. The riffs made me actually headbang and the guitar solo on this one is actually amazing. For a 16 years old, that guitar solo is pretty fucking impressive. Look, I liked the riffs here and the ending melody is mesmerizing so I’ll give that track a thumbs up.

Latest Lover is a love/hate deal for me. You know when you get a riff/harmony delivered to your ears and it contains a side that yo love too much and another that you hate, probably because you’re expecting something better? Yeah, that’s how the opening riffs make me feel.. Anyway, for the 4th time, a guitar solo gets injected through our veins and as before, it’s always amazing yet short. If the album keeps up with that same construction, not even an amazing guitar solo can save it.

Okay, now we’re heading for something special: Biggest Part Of Me. The typical 80s glam metal’s obligatory-power-ballad! I would be lying if I tell you that I don’t love a good ol’ 80s power ballad! I grew up listening to Scorpions, Def Leppard and Whitesnake. Of course, that song doesn’t touch the levels these bands reached when it comes to constructing a tear-jerking ballad and I’ll put the blame on these emotionless vocals but I’ll tell you this, the potential is there. The melodies are very beautiful, the way the guitar solo exploded and went into my ears, the way the guitar is distorting all the way into our hearts by these Texas-own teenagers is something to appreciate. Not a top notch but definitely a breath of fresh air and a reason to actually keep up with the album and give it a chance till the end. At least for me, you probably gave up at Latest Lover.

Now it’s time for the self-titled track Metal Magic. That one starts off heavy, more heavy than glam. A headbanger to say the least: it’s fast and later, a psychedelic part follows right before a pretty nice guitar transition. It has a couple of breakdowns, a touch of what Pantera would become. Okay, maybe I’m taking this too far but all in all, it’s an okay track. I mean, I may listen to it again so it did its job but still, not something spectacular.

I won’t waste my time on Windowmaker. It falls into the Latest Lover and I’ll Be Alright territory. Barely saved by Dimebag’s guitar solo but at this point, do you even care? The chorus is pretty catchy but yeah, that’s pretty much it.

Nothin’ On (But The Radio) is an obvious glam metal jam but I’ll be fooling around if I said that I didn’t like it, I actually do. The melodies and the chorus are catchy. I see myself dancing to it with a cold beer in my hands under the sun of a hot summer day. The problem is I hate summer, lol. But hey, jokes aside, even the vocals fit that kind of songs. I’m not saying it’s anything special, especially for that era but I’ll give it a pass for enjoying myself listening to it.

Sad Lover is surely one of the best tracks here and I’ll give the credits to the guitar. The riffs are sick, the way it sounds after the line “sad lover” is really attractive, the solo is fast, dirty and it instantly makes you grab your favorite air-guitar and just murder it. It’s pretty short and showcases Dimebag’ skills, a passable song for what it is and again, a lot of promise is being showcased. It’s a legacy getting slowly constructed as you know if you’re a Pantera die-hard fan or just a metal-cultured individual.

The album ends with the heaviest song on the album: Rock Out. You can feel the distortion in the atmosphere, the heaviness within the riffs and surely, not in Mr. Glaze’s vocals. I mean he tries to come off evil and all when he says “rock out” but it doesn’t work for me. Anyway, the guitar does work for me, he’s murdering the song and surprisingly closing the curtains on the album wanting for more, despite wanting it to already finish before during songs like Windowmaker. It’s not an easy task to achieve but they somehow did it so good for them.

It’s obviously not as spectacular as I made it seem to be in the beginning of that review. It’s not even spectacular to begin with. It surely has amazing moments here and there. A lot of sick riffs, astonishing guitar solos but the vocals turned me off many times. The construction is pretty boring at times and the production is downright bad. But who am I to judge? They were very young back then, low-budget. I mean, the producer is not other than Mr. Jerry Abott, Dimebag and Vinnie’s father. I would love to grade it taking into consideration how young they were, the era they were in and the amount of potential that is containing the instrumentalists (especially, Dimebag Darell who would later become one of the history’s greatest guitarists) but knowing how influential and groundbreaking they will become in the next 7 years, I’ll be totally objective and fair.. I give Metal Magic a deserving 35/100!

Pantera
Metal Magic

Imagine a band. Imagine this band existed during the 80s. In this band are a group of teenage guys, in or fresh out of high school. They are dressed in the finest decor of glam metal, complete with long, flowing hair, and makeup most likely stolen from their mothers. Imagine these guys bought into every MTV-popularized trend that the 80s had to offer. Imagine they listened to unhealthy amounts of KISS and worshiped the ground Van Halen walked on. Finally, imagine this band attempting to fit in with the metal scene, but failing miserably at it. Now, what band are you imagining? If it was Pantera you were thinking of this whole time, you have obviously had the displeasure of listening to their 1983 debut, Metal Magic. If so, I sincerely apologize from the deepest depths of my heart.

For those fortunate few who are not already aware, Cowboys From Hell is not the first Pantera album, despite how much the band wishes it was. That's right, before they were "taking over your town" and revolutionizing thrash metal, Pantera spent an entire decade trying to be Mötley Crüe. They failed at doing so, however, and at absolute best ended up as Winger. This decade of what is now known as "Glamtera" brought us four albums, each one better than the last but none that can legitimately be considered "good." While Pantera's glam career may have unremarkable, none of their releases hold a candle to Metal Magic in terms of sheer badness. Simply put, the mere fact that Pantera were able to have such a successful career after this album is nothing short of magic.

This album fails on every conceivable level, an impressive feat for a band that would one day rule the 90s metal scene. Where the band falters most on this album is in their astoundingly bad musicianship. A common misconception is that the legendary Dimebag Darrel Abbot performed lead guitar on this album. This is entirely false, as it was in fact Diamond Darrel Abbot who played on the album. Diamond was the larva that would eventually metamorphose into the Dimebag we know and love. On Metal Magic, as is characteristic of larva, Diamond is a mere shadow of what he would become. He does show actual potential on the album, with riffs somewhat catchy and shredding guitar solos that are occasionally borderline-interesting. Nevertheless, Diamond's playing is plagued by an inscrutable sense of familiarity. This never ceases over the course of the album, and makes both his riffs and solos seem all the more lackluster. With that being said, Diamond's playing is the only element of the album that does not fall flat on its face, although it does trip every now and then.

While his lead guitar work is actually moderately enjoyable, Diamond is unable to carry the rest of the band. Vinnie Paul (the only band member who didn't alter his name to make it sound more "glam") gives an incredibly subpar performance, playing generic drum patterns that in no way reflect the skill he legitimately possessed. Bassist Rex Rocker (who would later metamorphose into the far superior Rex Brown) is never audible over the course of the album, most likely to make room for Vocalist Terry Glaze's overwhelming blandness. Glaze served as the vocalist for the first three Pantera releases, and without a doubt ranks among the worst to ever grace the stage. His vocal delivery lacks any sort of strength, confidence, or even pitch. He tends to slur words together and give only a minimal amount of effort when it comes to annunciation. The lack of energy and over the top emotion in his delivery often make certain parts of songs unintentionally hilarious, such as when he whispers “Metal magic, magic, magic. ” during the title track, or has the weakest fake orgasm in the history of music at the conclusion of the song “I'll be Alright.” Glaze's lyrics don't do his vocals any favors either. The lyrics reek of adolescent horniness and god-awful sexual innuendos, such as “Ride My Rocket” and “Biggest Part of Me” (which, funny enough, is a supposedly serious love ballad). Thankfully, Glaze's painfully weak delivery, coupled with the album's production, occasionally render his vocals unintelligible. This way, the listener only has to suffer through the lyrics he or she actually comprehends, which is a godsend considering the awfulness of the lyrics that are decipherable. The only seemingly intelligent member of Pantera was the keyboardist, who must have realized how worthless his input was and therefore left himself uncredited. We may never know the keyboardist's name as long as we live. Whatever the case may be, he was smart to have his name omitted, as being attached to Metal Magic and no other Pantera albums would have most likely been career suicide.

Aside from the band's individual performances, Metal Magic makes for an extremely unpleasant listening experience. The album lacks any sort of production quality, as one might expect from a young group’s first outing. Due to this, the bass has been entirely mixed out and Glaze's already weak vocals are usually shoved into the background. The fuzzy guitar overpowers everything else on the album and blares, often painfully, into the listener's ears if the songs are played at even a moderate volume. Keyboard melodies are made louder than necessary, turning high-pitched notes into the most annoying sound fathomable. During “Tell Me If You Like It,” the keyboard obnoxiously rings over the rest of the band, akin to what one might hear during a medical hearing exam. More than anything else, the abysmal production makes Metal Magic nearly impossible to get through in one sitting without the fear of permanent injury to one's eardrums. After listening to Glaze's vocals for five minutes, however, you may welcome hearing loss with open arms.

One afternoon not too long ago, I saw the cover of Metal Magic for the first time and laughed so hard and for so long that I began to feel sharp pains throughout my entire body and I lost all feelings in my lungs. I fell on the ground gasping for air, coughing uncontrollably as my body violently convulsed. My eyes began to burn from all the tears and I lost control of my bowels. Forcing myself to hold back vomit, I crawled across the floor and stared a picture of Vulgar Display of Power until I became so intimidated, my laughing ceased. Death was so close, mere seconds away perhaps, and having now listened all the way through this album I sincerely wish I died of laughter that day. That way, I would have never listened to this album in the first place. Metal Magic is the great southern failure, due to a vulgar display of musicianship and songs that are so far beyond uninteresting that they practically reinvent the word “bland.” Although I cannot recommend this album to anyone based off its music, I strongly encourage anyone who enjoys Pantera to check Metal Magic out for themselves and experience the hilarity. After all, you can't truly call yourself a Pantera fan until you've listened to the first sixty seconds of “Ride My Rocket.” When doing so, just be sure to monitor your breathing rate every twenty seconds to avoid laughing to death.

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