Papy Jeff Metal's Favorite of the Day: Cruel Bomb

Cruel Bomb drops, and it’s not a drill

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So. Cruel Bomb. The self-titled debut. August 15, 2025. And yeah, it does live up to the hype, which is rare these days. Not because it’s flashy, but because it’s mean.

This isn’t thrash as nostalgia trip. It’s thrash with a pulse, teeth bared, and zero interest in being polite. The riffs hit like a sledgehammer wrapped in barbed wire. The drums? A metronome set on “panic.” And the vocals, raw, guttural, almost unhinged, sound like someone screaming through a wall that’s already collapsing.

The band’s been grinding since 2018, dropping EPs like Manhattan Mischief and Trinity Terror, each one tighter, more focused. But this album? This is the version of the band that finally stopped apologizing for being loud.

Recorded at Novro Studios (where they let the amps bleed into the walls), Cruel Bomb doesn’t just channel Slayer or Hatebreed: it wrestles with them. There’s a primal urgency here, a sense of something breaking free. Tracks like “Target Neutralized” and “Scorched Earth” don’t build tension ; they are tension. The kind that makes you want to smash your headphones, then put them back on.

And yes, Ed Repka did the cover. That’s right. The man who gave us Megadeth’s Rust in Peace vibes and Municipal Waste’s chaotic joy, he’s back, and he made something ugly, beautiful, and terrifying. Like a war poster from a future that never happened.

Lyrically? No deep philosophy. Just rage. Frustration. The kind of anger that comes from watching the world burn while pretending it’s normal. Political, sure, but not preachy. More like a warning sign taped to the inside of a door: “Don’t open this.”

If you’re into Power Trip’s precision, Hatebreed’s intensity, or just want to feel like your chest is being squeezed by a metal hand, this is your

record.