Book Of Shadows 2 (2016)
Zakk Wylde
The Heart Of The Beast
The Beast
has a heart, too. Jeffrey Phillip Wielandt,
better known as Zakk Wylde, has
always hidden one of the most tormented songwriters in recent memory behind his
image as the wildman guitarist who looks like he eats Hells Angels for
breakfast. His 'sensitive' side has been
mixed into the second part of his Book of Shadows to create a tender, acoustic
album of solos that sound both as delicate as crystal or twist and contort
themselves in impossible scale runs. His broken voice for once projects calm
without unleashing a storm.
Or maybe
it does, but this is a storm where the rain falls melancholically outside the
window. The Beast has dressed his guitar in lambskin even when he makes it cry
on Lay Me Down by doing pirouettes up
and down the neck. A wonderful Hammond organ plays in the background until it
fades away… but that is only the appetizer. The real lesson starts with the
next track, Lost Prayer, perhaps the
finest 'guitar hero' moment on the album. Or one of the many that suddenly
emerge in each song.
A 'Black
Label' without its 'society', a long drink to take your time over and properly savour. He hasn't had many himself in order to
continue writing his book as a solo artist.
A lot of rain has fallen since 1996. Today, Zakk Wylde is a ‘godfather’ of rock who not only designs his own Gibsons, but since 2015 manufactures
and sells models he creates himself through his own brand, Wylde Audio, a project still in the start-up phase.
However,
rest assured that on his second solo album he turned to his beloved Gibson Chet Atkins SST. His followers
will already be on top of the album because Zakk is also a maestro in the literal sense of the term. It would
be an injustice to classify him exclusively in the realm of heavy metal. A crown that he shared with Ozzy in the first stage of his career.
Maybe the
most ardent admirers of Wylde's
brutal riffs will feel cheated, with his reserves of BLS already found on his
most recent recordings, but his favourite 'axe' had to change the chip after a
few years without a truly good disk, surviving on left-over scraps and remnants
and lacking any clear direction. It was time to go back to his roots now that
he just turned 50 and, at least theoretically, has been sober for a long time.
Zakk wanted to get back to being himself, alone
with his soul and guitar, no extras or effects. They call it southern rock, a
sound in really short supply on this disc. It is more a tribute to American
music of the '70s, an up-and-down decade, stopped at some gas station on the
highway watching a sunset. Music that you hear and also see, smell and
feel.
On the car
radio, the intense guitar work on the closing track, The King, reminds you it's time get back on the road. The old Zakk still has a lot of roadwork to
do...
(Images: © Cordon Press)