The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, The Chosen: Book II is searing hot, nearly molten metal. With any genre, whether it be music or comic books, there are certain facets too be expected. Many fashions of heavy metal build off of a certain amount of theatrics; specifically fantasy and even biblical references are not only common but to be expected.
Simon Bisley and Michael Mendheim’s The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse provides biblical heavy metal to the nth degree with blood, gore, boobs, Sodom, Gomorrah, heaven, hell, guns, knives, black leather jackets, and whores with hearts of gold. But I worry that it’s too much – even for an old school metal-lover like myself.
I talked in my previous post about how much I was loving this The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. And I’m still enjoying the read. But there are some things that seem to be pushing me away. While half of the characters are relatively interesting, the other half are just too easy. The hooker with a heart of gold is a boring archetype that has been overplayed by Hol(l)ywood to the point of diminishing returns. And the brooding but perfect guy in a long black coat is more silly than ominous or engaging.
The most interest character in The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse is the most unique: a tattooed muscle-head that’s killed his family in the name of God. If there was more of this in The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the book would be more engaging. Overall, it’s the gluttony of easy Metal attributes that are the weakest part of this book. There is more style than substance and even for a guy that loves Heavy Metal, I find myself wanting less typical and more hell.