Ad Dei Gloriam by De Ros: A Hard Rock Assault Straight Outta Brazil
Let’s get one thing straight—De Ros isn’t here to play nice. Their 1994 debut album Ad Dei Gloriam is a hard-hitting, no-bullshit slab of Brazilian hard rock that punches you in the gut and leaves you begging for more. Released independently under Not On Label and H & B Video Fonográfica Ltda., this record doesn’t waste time with fancy production tricks or overblown egos. It just rips.
The trio behind the chaos—Fabio De Mattos Alves on bass, Sandro S. Stetanela smashing drums like his life depends on it, and Marcos V. De Ros shredding guitar solos like they’re going out of style—deliver a raw, unfiltered experience that feels as alive today as it did back in '94. And let’s not forget those track names—they’re wild enough to make you double-take before you even hit play.
Standout Tracks That’ll Mess You Up
First up, “Aliens Among Us.” Holy crap, this song hits different. From the opening riff, you can tell De Ros means business. The groove is tight, but it’s got this eerie vibe creeping underneath, like you’re being stalked by something otherworldly (hence the title, duh). Marcos’ guitar work is relentless, shifting between chunky power chords and these razor-sharp leads that sound like they were forged in hellfire. By the time the chorus kicks in, your neck will hurt from headbanging so hard. This isn’t just music—it’s an exorcism disguised as a rock anthem.
Then there’s “Swing From Hell,” which lives up to its name and then some. If Satan himself decided to cut loose on a Saturday night, this would be his jam. Sandro’s drumming is absolutely savage, driving the whole thing forward like a runaway freight train. Meanwhile, Fabio lays down a bassline so thick it could choke a horse. But what really sticks with you is how chaotic yet controlled everything feels. It’s messy in all the right ways, like throwing paint at a wall and somehow ending up with a masterpiece.
Why This Album Still Slaps
Sure, the recording quality might not be top-tier, but who cares? What Ad Dei Gloriam lacks in polish, it makes up for in sheer attitude. Every note screams authenticity, every beat pounds like a war drum calling you to battle. These guys weren’t trying to reinvent the wheel—they just wanted to smash it into tiny pieces and build their own damn chariot.
And honestly, isn’t that what great rock ‘n roll is all about? Raw energy, zero apologies, and a middle finger to anyone expecting perfection. Listening to this album feels like finding a hidden treasure chest buried deep in the jungle—you know not many people have heard it, but once you do, you can’t stop talking about it.
Final Thoughts (Or Whatever)
So yeah, Ad Dei Gloriam is a beast. It’s the kind of album that reminds you why hard rock ever mattered in the first place. Oh, and here’s a weird thought: if aliens really are among us, I hope they’ve heard this record. Because if they haven’t, we’re doing them a disservice. Now go crank it loud and piss off your neighbors—it’s the least you can do.
