I really fucking miss this band. A lot. My Halloween season has begun
Hop on over to Invisible Oranges, my favorite metal blog, to read my report on Bloodstock 2011. It was a hell of a time.
Somehow, someway, we did indeed survive.
I plan on writing an in-depth review of the festival later (these things take a bit of time to digest), but here is a summary of things that came out it:
- We saw a ton of amazing bands that we had already loved, but more importantly learned of a bunch of new ones
- We drank stupid amounts of beer
- We got jealous of everyone’s patch jackets so we decided that we would make our own. We bought 13 patches a piece.
- We saw lots of people dressed in silly outfits.
- We saw lots of actual blood.
- We smelled like manure
I’m currently on a train that just left London, Vincent should be landing in Birmingham at any moment.
In case you didn’t know, we’re going to Bloodstock, an annual shitshow of metal in the middle of bumfuck UK.
There is no way this can end well. Will keep you posted.
So we normally don’t do Jesus very well on this site. However, today, I’ll give peace a chance and highlight one of our favorite bible-thumping metalcore bands of all-time, Living Sacrifice.
UGGGGHHHHHH!!!! So metal! So ANGRY. WHY ARE YOU ANGRY? You love life! You love everyone!
These Arkansas “rockers” apparently used to play thrash metal. I don’t believe it. Either way, Vincent and I used to ride the streets of Raleigh jamming these guys, on our way to the beer store, in our Pac Sun garb.
I don’t need to say much beyond BLACK ‘N ROLL.
If you generally like rock ‘n roll, or even better, like rock ‘n roll, metal, and bands like Satyricon, you’ll really enjoy Kvelertak.
These Norwegian riff masters give it their all. They also take the best bits and pieces from several of their favorite subgenres of metal, which is totally fine by me. You get southern metal, you get bone crushing riffs, you get solos, you get it all.
Their name also means “chokehold” in Norwegian. Badass.
Also really recommended for maximum beer consumption.
Their video for MJØD is pretty rowdy.
It’s anarchy in the UK! God save the Queen! I like beans and pies and crisps and pints of ale!!! Friday is an ode to my past, when I lived in London.
Nothing like some good ‘ole British metal for your Friday listening pleasure. GOOD British metal, unlike my previous post on the queen’s music.
I’ve been digging Trigger the Bloodshed for quite some time now. They’re just good death metal, for fans of Job for a Cowboy, Cannibal Corpse. Napalm Death, the standard.
These Brits are forgotten for a reason. Actually, 3 reasons (the number of albums they put out). Remember when every band wanted to sound like Rage, yet rap a bit more, yet wear really baggy clothes and “groove” like Korn? Yes, those terrible times.
One Minute Silence is awful. No evidence is more condemning than the brutally painful track, “Some ya Lose”.
Sorry OMS, you lose them all unfortunately. OH for a zillion.
Oh, you didn’t think it could get any worse? How about losing the vocals? Believe it or not, it makes it worse, kinda like the Rollin’ sans music:
What kind of people shitheads listened to One Minute Silence?
Obviously, those who thought Twisted Metal was a cool concept all the way up until the 4th installment.
Obviously I did too, long enough to forever have this awful song forever sandblasted onto my skull. I completely blame my teenage tendency to buy anything new and shiny. Take this for example: