The contents of Flask of Wondrous Physick can be mixed with a variety of Crystal Tears to your liking you’ll find Crystal Tears throughout the Lands Between, mainly by defeating Erdtree Avatars, which can be found nearby Minor Erdtrees and in stone bowls. The Flask of Wondrous Physick can be found in the northeastern region of Limgrave, at the Third Church of Marika, meaning that it can be acquired well before you start tackling early-game challenges like Margit, The Fell Omen and Godrick the Grafted. The temporary boosts it provides aren’t overwhelming, but can give you that extra edge you need to survive. The Flask of Wondrous Physick can be found early in Elden Ring, and you’ll find it very helpful in overcoming many of the game’s most challenging boss battles. Fans should not even try to resist the temptation to spend another Night with Mad Max and don’t worry, you’ll definitely still respect yourself-and the band-in the morning.Elden Ring gives players not one, but three flasks to sip from in order to restore their health (HP) and focus (FP), and - in the case of the Wondrous Physick - to empower themselves in sometimes unique ways. The band has released several other albums with revolving personnel since 1987, but this is the true and worthy successor to Night of Passion. And so it goes, one solid song after another, resulting in a very consistent effort. “You Decide” is a badass barn burner that cranks along like a cheetah with its tail ablaze and sports a hook big enough to snag a locomotive and stop it dead in its tracks. “Metal Edge” should come with a label that says “Warning: Spontaneous Head-Banging May Occur.” It opens with a massive sonic boom drumbeat and stomps its way to a sing-along chorus with gang vocals shouting “Whoa!” and really, an ‘80s hard rock album without a gang vocal “Whoa!” or two would be like a strip club with no nudity. There is a little filler scattered about, but for the most the album is loaded with strong tracks. For those fans, listening to Another Night of Passion will be like getting reacquainted with an old friend that still looks, sounds, and acts the same as they did two decades ago. Sometimes calling a band formulaic is a criticism, but this is not one of those times, because this formula is exactly what fans want to hear when they grab a Mad Max album. Showing no interest in reinventing the wheel, they resolutely stick to the accepted formula: melodic vocals, loud guitars, big hooks, catchy choruses, and gang vocal harmonies. Mad Max have had a quarter-century to bury their bitterness but they have never relinquished their love of ‘80s style hard rock.
Meanwhile, Axel Kruse hammers the drums as if driving nails into the coffins of the record company execs that screwed them over all those years ago.īut enough about the sins of the past. Jurgen Breforth cuts loose on the six-string with sizzling solos and snappy licks and all the whammy bar abuse you would expect on an album that resurrects the spirit of 1988. Voss turns in one of the best vocal performances of his life, capable of golden smoothness one moment and snarled attitude the next. The band sounds like they’re having a blast, each member giving it their all. Don’t be fooled by the 2012 release date Another Night of Passion will slot very nicely, from both a sonic and stylistic standpoint, between your well-used (at least, they should be well-used) copies of Bonfire’s Fireworks and Dokken’s Under Lock and Key. While Mad Max take advantage of advances in production technology, there is nothing modern about this album it is slick, polished, retro ‘80s hard rock. This is a hearty meal of red-blooded, meat-and-potatoes commercial hard rock served straight up, no frilly garnishments, with nary a ballad in sight to interfere with the band’s goal of nonstop rocking. Mad Max’s original lineup has reunited for Another Night of Passion, seeking with singular focus to recapture the sonic sorcery and create a companion to the album that should have made them a household name.
Twenty-five years later, the present looks to the past for inspiration. Opportunity sabotaged, the band has been relegated to cult status ever since, adored by the discerning melodic rock underground but never able to expand their parameters of acceptance.
As the disheartening tale is told, Mad Max recorded their career-defining Night of Passion album in ‘87 and were on the cusp of getting that crack when record company shenanigans shot their chances all to hell. It is a travesty of ‘80s rock justice that this German band was never given their crack at the U.S.