Nice to know that, in these days of ironic splatter movies and pseudo-goth metallers masking their bloodthirsty onstage theatre as sociological comment, there's still some hardy fellows willing to diMore on
Neanderthal to the core, with a dumb-smart sense of humour where guitar solos usually lie, 'Famous Monsters' is so heavy it could incinerate MTV 'punk-rock' muppets like Blink 182 in a flash. It's so heavy it will, quite literally, make your ears bleed and your toenails explode.
And at no point will Graves [I]et al[/I] blame the blood-splattered shebang on their white-trash childhood or not being breast-fed as infants. This, indeed, is a good thing.
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