One of those albums that you simply must own to be able to join a conversation about rock music. Pure Cult.
Debate still rages about their commitment to the Dark Arts, and their musical ability, but that misses the point. Venom neither take themselves too seriously, not care what you think, so if singing about Satan is what they fancy on a given morning, that is what they will do.
The wall of feedback intro sets the tone of the album, which is a cross between chaos, genius, and uptempo british Heavy Metal. Cronos once described Abbadon's drumming as sounding like he was falling down the stairs, and Cronos himself could be playing anything on his bass for all you can tell. Mantas' guitar is the cement which holds it all together, and the riffs are instant, heavy and enduring.
Don't get too excited about the bonus tracks, although Bloodlust and Die Hard could easily have made their way on to the original album.
This obviously sounds nowhere near as extreme now as it was to ears in 1982, but that it has lasted this long should tell you how good it is.