You hear about Dave the Christian, but he’s also an intense American, addictive, and he’s angry (again), and a student of rotten politics, conspiracies, and the flow of the money. A lethal combination.
The Ronnie era was a rock solid, efficient, self-aware time for Black Sabbath, and folks pretty much dig both Heaven and Hell and Mob Rules, as they should.
An amazing piece of genre-defying high concept pop metal, an album of a type only five or so bands could ever dare issue, and all of them from the ’70s.
Start with Clawfinger, then add a little OSI, for Scarsick contains nü metal riffs, rappy vocals, and then lots of trippy contemplating bits textured up nicely.
Hipster classic metal bands are doing it: Play it loose and a little drunken, but Twisted Tower Dire have the deep-dish metal knowledge that slays trendiness.
They bash simply, with a bit of retro, and so they’re competing with hundreds of bands who’ve emulated anything about The Stooges over the last 37 years.
Hungarian prog metal that hits hard, riffy and rhythmically, with technically brilliant vocals from Zoltan Kiss who pulls it off without sounding too non-Anglo.