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| So it’s the middle of September here
in Iowa (we understand that it may actually already be October in
some parts of the world), and the number of great metal albums turning
up on our doorstep has begun to outstrip the number of hours we can
reasonably dedicate to writing about them. Will we ever get around
to talking about this wonderful Hungarian prog-death band called Without
Face? We hope so, but there’s no guarantee, since the next two
months will see releases from Rotting Christ, Hate Eternal, Kataklysm,
Yakuza,
...And Oceans, Nile, The Berzerker, and probably
a bunch of others that I don’t even know about, which possibility
is driving me completely out of my mind. I was going to write a piece
this week called “Who Do You Say That I Am?” in which I
compared Mark E Smith to Jesus Christ with a thick Mancunian accent,
but the prospect of writing about a band who’ve released more
albums than Rhode Island has residents was daunting, and then I had
another idea that’ll eventually come to fruition that explained
once and for all exactly how to listen to power metal, but that one
got complicated so quickly that I shrank in fear from it when I realized
that the Raiders were scheduled to play football on national television
before the night got too old. |
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