The Best Kind of Mail

Huntington Beach, good for the cliffs and records...and that's about it.


Good jam, crappy video, but if you imagine the singer as one of the McPoyle brothers from Always Sunny then it's a lil' better. I never realized this band was on Subpop until recently, I guess that explains where all the retarded but bangable "indie" broads came from.

High on Fire

Stephen has sent in another music review. Take a gander.

"I still can't send word files because my pirated copy is fucked so hopefully this is cool."

High on Fire
“Snakes for the Divine”
Out now on E1 music

Yeah this album is fucking great and no one can argue against it. What needs to be addressed here is the level of awesomeness front man Matt Pike has achieved.

Let’s run through the list: practically invented doom metal in Sleep, spent their entire major label recording budget on drugs, subsequently wrote the hour long stoner epic Jeruselem in one sitting on shrooms, started High on fire, put out 5 awesome thrash/sludge albums, never sold out, never slowed down… the list goes on.

Usually when metal dudes get to be dad age, every year after 30 adds an exponential amount of suck I.e. the balding/long hair combo, need to wear outdated attire of their glory days, becoming a fencing enthusiast (WTF Bruce Dickinson!). Pike is now 37 and better then ever. The solos are face melting, the low end is as heavy as tyrannosaurus cock, and the vocals are so demonically hoarse they would make Anton LaVey shit his pants. It all goes to show that Pike is a fucking shred mutant, impervious to the slow bleed of getting old, and invincible against 20 years of hardcore drug use (have you seen his tweaker teeth? Oh and the band is called High on Fire…not so subtle when you think about it huh?)

The only human who can top Matt Pike in doing all things awesome is Lemmy and for those who say he is just a Lemmy rip off/copycat fuck you, if you live in a world where being like Lemmy is a bad thing then I hope you die in some horrific “se7en” type shit.

If Lemmy is God then Matt Pike is Jesus Christ.

Pow.

"I'd rather smoke an atom bomb than listen to a Jack Johnson song"- Ozzie Wright

Summer time, single fins, kickin my shoes off, drinkin wine with the bros down at the beach, banana pancakes...sorry topics, but lyrically speaking, there's just no fucking room for you in my musical tastes.

Ahh that's more like it. A classic here with Converge's concubine/fault and fracture from what is argued by some to be their best album ever, "Jane Doe"