Hopefully everyone had a nice thanksgiving, even better if you’re off work today too. There is a nice mix of shows this weekend, and since you’re probably still struggling to digest yesterday’s food, we’ll keep this to the point.
Happy early Independence Day, everyone. If you’re looking for a fireworks factory worth of new metal to help get you from here to wherever it is you’ll be watching Randy Quaid fly a fighter jet into the g-spot of an alien space station this weekend, then we have just what you need. Crack something domestic and give it a spin.
Perhaps it’s the fact I don’t want to write it, or maybe it’s because music this twisted can only really speak for itself, but when a release crop this good comes along, it’s always tempting to just say screw the intro, which is, of course, both its own form of intro and an invitation to wander unwittingly into a philosophical hedge maze that might well kill this thing before it even begins. So please (before this spirals totally out of control) let me get the fuck out of the way and give the stuff you all came here for—metal in its every shape/form—a chance to do the talking.