Glorious production, layered harmonies, metal as rich as Strapping Young Lad, yet more like his melodic solo stuff. Strong, clean singing and keyboard work.
Changing styles faster than your bi-polar girlfriend changes moods, this band can thrash it up, roar like death, warble all heavy metal, and slip into a groove.
They cross-genres, which is swell, they rap, which is not, they play metal, which is good, they play punk, which is good, and they hate stuff, which is good.
Anyone into metal or stoner/shit-kickin’ rock in Boston has run into self-promotion king Duncan Wilder Johnson. Heavy metal spoken word, couple of bands…
A Turbonegro cover band, from San Francisco, all girls. They yelp more than Hank, but they’ve got the songs tight’n’right, loose and freewheelin’ as needed.
Temptation Come My Way was “passion rock” with Creedish, manly emoting about overcoming hardship and all that shit. This sucker is back-breaking Pantera.
This band’s been around for two decades and any metal fan who doesn’t have a CD or two in their collection ought to seriously consider their next breath.
This sucker has the usual radio-fodder, and some pop punk gems, from a band who’s written more of them than you have, so get off your high horse, fucknut.