Metal dudes are totally cute -- those big, burly Hessian beards and pot-bellied pudges of flesh stretching out faded biker T-shirts touting slogans like "If you can read this, then the bitch fell off." Just like a wicker basket of puppies, those headbanging alpha males are -- yup, just like puppies. Needless to say, you can expect to see an equally adorable crowd this Saturday, June 10, at the Larimer Lounge, when Turambar issues Dhatura
, its latest disc. The outfit claims the sunny borders of Broomfield as home, but its black heart lies within the confines of weighty, tone-fucking sludge metal. Think doom. Think gloom. Think Turambar. Dhatura
will fit on the CD shelf of the scummy-haired kid that mail-orders from StonerRock.com
and spends his days collecting Pentagram and Saint Vitus limited-edition vinyl. With harsh smoker-lung vocals and wicked distorted guitar lickage, Turambar may just be the heaviest (and prettiest) thing to come out of B-town, ever.