Lunging with ferocity and desperation, Mustaine, Marty Friedman, and Nick Menza, layed to waste the aural battlefield with beautifully choreographed carnage.
Sounding slicker than ever, the songs were paired down to simpler arrangements, but Countdown to Extinction tread the line between accessibility and integrity.
Old Man Gloom (I thought it was “Oh My Gawd” the first time I saw it abbreviated) drift and drone, hammer and drive through meta-metal language and not.
Jenny Lewis’ enchanting voice floats over stories of love and loss, then seamlessly stab you through the heart with unexpected burst of expletives and wails.
Italy’s princesses of ballerina metal return, offering 72 minutes of symphonic priss rock (A 60 piece orchestra was used, and often) about dragons and castles.
Tired of kids ignoring their political diatribes while beating each other up, the band retreated to the studio. The result was The Shape of Punk to Come.