As anyone who has ever seen High on Fire live can attest, it’s a vaguely religious, albeit thoroughly pagan, experience; a medulla oblongata-snapping, Dio-horn dotted 90-plus-minute almsgiving to anti-lord and semi-savior Matt Pike, whose ageless (and shirtless) Les Paul rippage has earned the Bay Area thrashers their righteous legion of sweat-and-beer slicked apostles and the […]