High On Fire and Surly on Coors

We don't care what the calendar says, it's summer right here and right now. This is Memorial Day weekend, dammit. That sun is blazing down and you've got three days of barbecues and brews coming your way. And maybe some water skiing or some disc golf or at least some sweet top-of-the-feet sandal-strap sunburns, too.


But keep in mind that while you're out having the time of your life, Matt Pike and the rest of the High on Fire will be hard at work recording their fourth album. You're getting trashed on Bud Lights on your uncle's speedboat and these guys are getting trashed on Jager shots while Jack Endino tells 'em to adjust the midrange. Such a shame. So while our last two Bands For Yo Weekend were happy-time balls o' fun, we're giving the federal holiday treatment to High On Fire, the meanest, earnest, most bare-knucklest band in all the land.

Blessed Black Wings, you are hereby named the soundtrack to the night after a day spent drinking. Get your Pentagram shirts ready, people, it's gonna be a long one.