Local Michigan metal to party with, loudly. Bartenders, beasts, warmongers working men and warriors included.
Intense yet complicated. Feminine and masculine.
Bass and treble. Passive aggressive, good versus evil metal.
No one really talks about the feeling metal emanates.
These guys do. No words needed.
Scratchy speed thrash.
Bastard child of Lemmy and Mike Muir on Vocals.
Reminiscent Hardcore Thrash.
One guitar. One voice. One man.
Uncomfortable like the warm blanket of death.
Two-piece, marrow-rattling, soul-powered DOOM METAL.
They make the death blanket, epically.
Triple screaming, quadruple bass with keyboards.
Progressive-American-Metal awesomeness you could say.
Technical tightness blistering minds, bodies and souls.
Hungry, metal-horny crowd.
You must witness all.
Riffy, interesting American metal, intelligently screaming about stupid ways of the world. George Carlin included.