There's something reassuring about metal. No matter what member of the Bush family is president, or what member of the Clinton family is in office, or what hairstyle or clothing style or body-art style or circumcision style is in favor at any given time, metal is always there -- drums thudding, bass pounding, guitars shrieking, vocalists yowling, testosterone spraying -- just like an old buddy, albeit one with bad breath, poor grooming habits and a hard-on that won't go away. The music may ostensibly be about rebellion, but it's actually as conformist as the United States Postal Service, and, with the exception of the occasional well-armed psychotic, every bit as reliable. Neither snow nor rain nor dark of night shall prevent this monster riff from... More >>>