NFC: Eciohcnikufesin?

According to screaming fat man and former S.O.D. bellower Billy Milano, Anthrax's new singer will be none other than Slipknot/Stone Sour's Corey Taylor! "Could this be true?" we ask ourselves, "Or is the 'thrax just up to its usual publicity hijinks and red herrings?" But, hey, we like rumors and we gonna go with this one for awhile even if Scott and Frankie are performing with ex-Ugly Kid Joe and all-around fill-in vocalist Whitfield Crane at a June 14 promo event, even though we'd rather hear John Bush back on the mic, and in spite of the fact that Bo Bice is so much funnier and lamer a replacement than anyone we can dream of.

That Corey, though, now that we think about it he really ain't a bad choice...he was in SlipkNOT! after all.

Lists 'O Top Six: Pizza Pussy Santa Editon

So last week we brought you some some shit-tasic band name choices that we thought made no sense. Well, lazy as we are, we've decided to flip the script and come up with the top six bands that named themselves after something that everyone likes! See what we did there? So this is the best we could come up with in the 30 minuites we gave ourselves to write this shit. We're sure we forgot a ton of great names, so post yer suggestions in the fuckin' comments section. And yes, we know there are a a shitload of food related names that could go on this list. We chose the ones with the most Duty-ness for this post.

6. Kix: Kid tested, motherfuckin' approved.
5. The Cure: Ya got somethin' for our itch downstairs doc?
4. Yes: No?
3. Television: Can I put it in yer butt?
2. Cheeseburger: Make it slutty.
1. Sleep: We don't get much of because of the excessive late night partyin' mixed with our early work schedule. Eight hours is for pussies.

You Got Them Mini Corn Dogs?

Deep Band Cuts: Suicidal Tendencies

We ain't gonna bullshit you, "Institutionalized" is probably the best song ever written by anybody ever. Seriously. "No, Mom, I'm not on drugs I'm just thinking / Why don't you get me a Pepsi?"??? Greatest line in the history of the world. Parts I and II.


But this post is Deep Band Cuts, which means that we're here to tell you that once you go beyond the hit single, Venice, CA's Suicidal Tendencies put out a whole bunch of fan-fucking-cyco albums, albums chock full of bad-ass crossover thrash tunes about bandanas, brotherhood, and psychoanalysis. For our money you shouldn't even bother with the barely controlled caterwauling of the Glen Friedman produced debut and instead skip straight ahead to 1987's Join the Army, where ST re-debuted as Ibanez-fortified garage metal toughguys. After blasting that disc, you really have no excuse not to move on to '88's sun-drenched weightlifting classic How Will I Laugh Tomorrow...When I Can't Even Smile Today which we call the definitive slab of Vision Street-clad heavy metal ever unleashed on this sad and beautiful world.

Heavy Duty's convinced that Suicidal will get your adrenaline pumpin', and each and every day we sit dumbfounded that no one ever talks about how genius these guys were. No raves for Rocky George's wicked-cool bad horsie solos and dyed in the wool Pittsburgh love. Nary a prop for rhythm guitarist Mike Clark's heaven-sent right hand. Not even a tired joke about Mike Muir's incessant on stage stompin' and soul-searchin' rants. We like these guys better than Anthrax, Megadeth or any other of them so-called thrash titans and we think you should too.

Here's the current ST lineup doing Join the Army's "War Inside My Head"

Now here's How Will I Laugh Tomorrow's openin' cut "Trip at the Brain." Please ignore the fact that the band performs atop a fucking brain and instead enjoy them noodly bass fills.

Are You Guys Hungry?

One of our favorite "other blogs," the Seattlest, just reprinted a rumor that Northwest crest of the grunge wave supergroup Temple of The Dog will reunite for a special one night engagement at the the Emerald City's famed Crocodile Cafe! Craigslist posters seem to think the Chris Cornell/dudes from Pearl Jam troupe will without a doubt come together next month for a "secret" fifteenth anniversary performance, but then this guy says the powers that be are fed up with Vedder fanboys calling the Croc's ticket line begging for industry passcodes and guest-list invites. Could there be any truth to all this nonsense? More importantly, does anyone actually care? Maybe and probably not! We think we might have made it through all ten Dog tunes one time and one time only, and even that was waaay back in '93. But when there's a rumor and then a denial, there's usually some strange things afoot and some small truths to be had.

We're keeping our ears to the ground and readying our Duty roadster for a showtime drive-by. We'll keep you posted.

New Shit Tuesday: That's Some Scary Shit Edition

Cephalic Carnage Xenosapien: New one from Colorado's weirdy death metal duders is getting crazy Relapse hype. Dig the Whitley Strieber'd fetus artwork and those super heavy stoner rock breakdowns sandwiched between them guttural growls and blurred kickdrums. Now that the Duty crue only listens to fat guys scream at us we'll probably start blastin' these Cephalic Carnage albums mucho.



Trelldom Til Minne: The torturing dude from Gorgoroth's other frosty black metal band. If your life doesn't have enough poorly recorded guitar riffs or shrieks against all things Christian, here comes Trelldom to make things right! As an added bonus, the import-only purchase price assures your place in eternal cool-dude-dom.




Omar Rodriguez-Lopez Se Dice Bisonte, No Buffalo: This week's experimental release for people who don't like experimental music. C'mon, people, you don't really like this first take King Crimson samba garbage, do ya?








Satellite Party Ultra Payloaded: Perry Farrell and Nuno from Extreme get their funk out and pass the ecstasy. Still better than Strays.

Gimmie Some Mo': Early Man!

We said that our Monday feature was going to be a random YouTube post, but we realized we did that almost every day anyway, so we should come up with something a little more creative. So with a some late night brainstormin', your crack Duty staff came up Gimmie Some Mo', basically an artist that we need some more music from. Simple as that. And Duty band needs to cut a new record more than the mighty Early Man!

Yes sir, the band that dares to mix Ozzy style vocals with Kill 'Em All era Metallica riffage needs to give us some more! No band reps The Duty as much as these cats, flyin' the hertiage metal flag with the no-drop D tunin', Satan name-checkin', coverin' fuckin' Blitzkrieg metal that we've been blastin' since day one. We've seen these duders 1.5 times and next time we better rockin' out to new songs with them sweaty bald no shirt scary dudes. So cut a new record and get yo ass to the Emerald City so we can drool on the monitors again!

Our Vote's for Al Atkins

In more "who the fuck cares?" news, thrash metal "pioneers" Anthrax are planning to announce their brand new singer at the end of next month! Heavy Duty isn't exactly holding our breath in anticipation, although we are curious to see how these guys will try to make yet another heavy metal comeback that absolutely no one will give two shits about. Will they reunite with Neil Turbin to recapture some sweet Fistful of Metal glory? Grovel for the saintly return of John Bush? Or will Internet voters exert their keyboard-tappin' muscle and get early Maiden piper Paul Di'Anno behind the mic? We're not sure who'll fill the shoes of the not-so-mighty BellaD, but we've got a suspicion that Scott Ian's mid-May jam with American Idol's Bo Bice involved more than two dudes talkin' 'bout their favorite Gillette products.

Has Tipper Seen This?

We posted a little bit about Norwegian dark lords Gorgoroth all the way back here, but after watching their brand new vid for "Carving a Giant" we just had to give ya some more of the 'roth. Why didn't we like black metal before? Just look how evil this stuff is! Rotting goat heads impaled on stakes, naked ladies writhing in agony and hung up on burning crosses, pancake-makeupped beardy duders screeching and trying their best not to poke their own eyes out with their forearms? Remember when people thought Twisted Sister was a bad influence?

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.

Sorry For the Rising (In Your Pants)

As loyal reader Shipp pointed out last New Shit Tuesday, NEUROSIS' Given to the Rising didn't come out on May 22nd like we'd originally posted. We hope you can forgive us for our gaffe especially since we riled ya up by linking to the super crushin' tune "Water Is Not Enough" and the equally bitchin' behind the scenes of The Rising vid.

So as of right now, assuming Amazon can be trusted, the brand new disc from the baddest-ass Bay Area duders comes out TUESDAY, JUNE 5TH. Mark it, people. This time we won't be wrong.

Hopefully.

In the meantime enjoy this 2005 Neurosis interview/overview from Swedish tv. And then learn yourself some Neuro-story in this three-part public access interview with screamer, guitarist, and only slightly less homeless-looking than we thought he was Scott Kelly. Part 1. Part 2. And Part 3.

We Finally Post A Melvins Clip

Greatest video from the greatest band we never listen to.

List 'O Top Six: Someone Should Name Their Band "Public Speaking"

It's been a few weeks, so we can't remember all the details on how this idea came to us, but we knew we were on to something big. It all started with band number one on this list and our previously silent hatred for all things Steve Winwood. That guy is ass, brutha. And his band's name is horri-awful, too. And it got us thinkin' about band names and why anyone would name there band certain things. This is important stuff, people, stay with us. So without further flibba flabba, here is the Heavy Duty's "Top Six Bands That Named Themselves After Things Nobody Likes:"

6. Dave Matthews Band: Sing in your actual voice, douche bag!
5. Bush: It used to mean something great. Now, not so much.
4. Muddy Waters: Is this about the hooker with the dysentery?
3. Widespread Panic: AAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
2. The Police: Sure they serve and protect, but our taillight is out and we've had a few too many.
1. Traffic: How's your drive time commute? Fuck that shit. EVERYONE in the history of all time hates traffic. Whatever.

Deep Band Cuts: At The Gates

At some point last year your Heavy Duty staff went from "guys who like some hard rockin' stuff" to "guys who like brutal fuckin' shit, son." We guess it's a natural progression, when you claim to be heavy and or duty, you'd better represent the beef. So we've been diggin' all things death/black/doom and it has been nice for us music whores to have so much more shit to buy.

Out of all the new to us stuff we've picked up, Swedish death metal legends At The Gates have to be the biggest revelation, combining our always present love of thrash with some a death metal edge that makes us want to kick something in the ass. We like the riffage, we like them weeldy weeldy solos, and we like it when the singer screams "GO!" before the main riff kicks in. These Swedes do it all, and on almost every tune!

So do yourself a favor and run out to your local independent record store and pick up a cop of Slaughter Of The Soul and then kick yourself that you haven't owned this record for twelve years. Damn right in feels good to be a metal fan.

Some New Bullshit

We haven't dug on the Beastie Boys since that last month of eighth grade, but some of you guys are still down with NYC's foremost hip-hopping pop-culture reference-teers. Here's a sneak kino-peek of their upcoming all-instrumental record The Mix-Up. It drops on June 26th and is guaranteed to satisfy your powerful hankerings for post-punk takes on John Holmes' scores. We think it's meh-OK, but your mileage may vary.

"The Rat Cage" is track 8.

And here's its precursor "Off the Grid".

New Shit Tuesday: Actual Shit Edition

Ozzy Osbourne Black Rain: Well, solo Ozzy has been horri-awful for awhile now, and we don't think "Flyin' High Again II" is on this new record people. Zakk Wylde sucks, Sharon sucks, Ozzy doesn't know where he even is anymore. The water sprayin' shtick is still pretty fresh, eh? We don't know anyone who's gonna buy this, and we'd stop talkin' to you if you did.

Scorpions Humanity Hour, Vol. 1: We love them Krauts, with the super ready-made arena rock attack with them cleverly disguised sexual innuendos. Enjoyable lame but funny FM staple. Desmond Child wrote some tunes for this record, so the 17 of you that are gonna buy this better look forward to schlock like this. Yeesh.

Tim Armstrong A Poet's Life: Rancid sucks, we liked them better when they were called The Clash. We heard the first single from this record and its fuckin' awful shit. Wow. Not a great week for new releases.

Dale Nixon Returns

If you like boring jam bands with no direction Heavy Duty urges you to check out both Ten East and The Perfect Rat. These bands have much in common...they share the same record label, same sativa-fueled worldview, same drummer, same guitarist, and the same ability to put us right to sleep. But there's one thing they share that's of the most interest to us and that's GREG GINN!

That's right, Mojack fanatics, Black Flag mastermind and "genius" guitar-strangler Greg Ginn is back with more "badass" (hmmm...maybe we mean "assbad" instead) tuneage for ya. The Perfect Rat features Greg improvising basslines while Saccharine Trust's Jack Brewer reads some middle-aged burn-out poetry and some other dude blows on a saxophone. If you like what you hear (we're looking at you, guy with all three Hor releases...wait, no we're not...you don't even exist) be sure to pick up the Rat's debut disc Endangered Languages and prepare to set sail to Jammy-Town.

Ten East is really more of the same only them studio basslines you're hearing come courtesy of the one and only Brant Bjork (!). You Confront James devotees out there need not worry, though, 'cause just as soon as these East-enders take the stage for their June '07 whirlwind European tour that plucking and slapping you'll be a-hearing'll come straight from the SST honcho hisself. We hope it'll turn out soundin' like Black Flag playin' Kyuss even though we know it'll come out sounding like The Operators playin' October Faction. Only worse. Where's Dukowski when you need him? Oh, yeah....

Down Is Waaaay Better Than Pantera

Organized Duty

Well as much as we've enjoyed writin' this here blog the last year or so, we've always wanted to get a little more consistent with them there postin' so all our loyal readers can look forward to some sweet sweet Daily Duty. Clean up a little 'round here, eh? So your hard-workin' editors have come up with a rough weekly schedule of feature posts the will run every weekday, and then whatever else we decided to puke out at the last minute. So here is a rundown of what you can expect each day of the week:


Monday: Random YouTube Easy Post

Tuesday: New Shit Day

Wednesday: Deep Band Cuts

Thursday: List 'O Top Six

Friday: Band For Yo Weekend

So there ya go, don't hold us to it. And occasional maybe sometimes if something interesting happens weekend posts. But hopefully we'll be too busy (drunk) for that.

No Need for an Extra Man If You Know How to Rock

It's the weekend, the sun's bright and shiny (even for us!), and you've got the next two days off. The Duty says this weekend's soundtrack to duder/chuder debauchery is...The Fucking Champs!


And what better way to kick-start your weekend than with some The Fucking Champs, the Bay Area's greatest intru-metal trio. They've got wicked cool guit-harmony solos, clever smart-guy song titles, driving four on the floor beats, and sometimes even some Kraut-rock synthemesizers. If you like the fun metal riffing and the supercool melodies then you need some Champs in your collection pronto! And if you don't like those things....then, well, you're a goshdarned liar, you are! Nobody doesn't like riffs! They're badass, dammit! So head out and pick up any of these easy to find The Fucking Champs records. Like the brand new VI, surely to be on sale at your local independent retailer. Then be sure to crank it up, phone a friend, and drive on down to that burger joint you've been meaning to try 'cause you owe to yourself to have a Duty-ful Saturday afternoon.

In the meantime, enjoy The Fucking Champs as they rock their magnum opus "Extra Man" from 2000's IV. Check out that cat in the hooded sweatshirt who absolutely kills it. Hats off to music, indeed!

Live and (Unfortunately) Loud

Check out the opening paragraph from a recent Telegraph.co.uk interview with the self-proclaimed "Prince of Fukkin' Darkness":

It was recently suggested to Ozzy Osbourne that he employ the services of a vocal coach to help him warm up before performances.

"**** off! A ****ing vocal coach!?" cackles the 58-year-old rocker, his thick, slurry Birmingham accent shot through with a typical mix of bemusement, amusement and outrage. "I've burnt everything out of it already. What's he going to find there - Mario Lanza?"

Hey, we're just asking him to find someone who doesn't sound like dying cats trapped in an echo chamber. The Duty heard the Ozzman butcher "Crazy Train" all the way back at Ozzfest 2000 and we're still trying to recover. Really, guy, "Paranoid"'s not that fucking hard. We'll spot you the four decades of experience and the jumbo-prompter and the stadium ticket prices, and you won't get a pro to help ya with the scales? Yeah, we guess that energy's better spent emptying water buckets on the first few rows, too, 'cause them Birmingham pipes is as sweet as can be.

Not.

Eat So Much Get A Tummy Ache

So we've been bumpin' the new Queens' single "Sick, Sick, Sick" for a while now, and the band got around to makin' clip for it. The video is makin' its premiere over at this location, you should go check it out, but ya might want to choke down yer Urkel-O's first. Eww.

So the rollout of the new Queens lineup is in full effect, with some new dudes playing bass and the fuckin' keys, with Troy still on complementary geetar and Joey pounding the skins. Whatever, this is Homme's band and we all know it. Check out these live clips of the band in action, if you can stand all the vomit inducing panning these limey assholes think passes for edgy camera work:

Sick, Sick, Sick:



3's And 7's:

Coming to Kick Your Asp

Looks like our newly-crowned all-time favorite death metal band Nile has a brand new disc in the can. Ithyphallic won't show up at your local retailer until July 20th, but if the music's only half as badass as that cover art or these here song titles we'll be tickled pink.


1.What May Be Safely Written
2. As He Creates So He Destroys
3. Ithyphallic
4. Papyrus Containing The Spell To Preserve Its Possessor Against Attacks From He Who Is In The Water
5. Eat Of The Dead
6. Laying Fire Upon Apep
7. The Essential Salts
8. The Infinity Of Stone
9. The Language Of The Shadows
10. Even The Gods Must Die

Wow, just look at that! "Eat of the Dead"! Some song that's almost as long as that Fiona Apple record! Can't you just feel the blistering heat and oppressive slavery? Considering how we can't stop listening to Nile's last album and how minutes ago we read that the "Papyrus" tune ticks in at a carpal tunnel-inducing 270 beats per minute, we figure Ithyphallic will be so great we'll have no choice but to overlook those last two syllables. Turns out Death Metal isn't so funny after all.

We Have Somewhat Of An Idea Maybe

And they said it wouldn't last. Well, no one actually said that, but whatever. We have made it a whole year folks, and we are fuckin' stoked about! Sure, we had the intention when we started of bringing our readers the best kinda music related blog on this here Internet. But we figured we'd get tired of it and just stick to drinking more beer. No sir! A year later and you are ready this celebratory post and we are enjoying writing this shit as much as ever. With the plethora of fucks and the Priest and the obscure joke links. So keep reading loyal reader, but remember, we need your support. Comment once in awhile, asshole.

So to commemorate our humble birth, here are our top five (six) Hall of Fame posts so far of all time. This is the Heavy Duty...

6. Chemical Vomit Is Gay: Sorry about that, Average Duty Reader's Attention Span.
5. Heavy Duty Has An Official Keytarist!: Short, sweet, and funny.
4. We're Waiting For Dolph-ter Pepper: Easily the Duty's best headline.
3. Death Rules The Fairway: Maybe the first actual blog post in Duty history.
2. Wow, This Post Is Kinda Embarrassing: Best non-music related post. We love the Swap!
1. Pass The Gummy T's: Do we even have to explain this one?

And finally, the number one Hall Of Fame YouTube video, now the third! time we've posted it...

And Tomorrow Is Our Birthday!

Ladies and gentleman, our little blog has come full circle, and the Meta-ist of 'Tube videos has been posted for your viewin' pleasure above. Let us 'splain: That awful rendition of the Misfits classic "Last Caress" is being butchered by Deadspin Editor-In-Chief Will Leitch, our inspiration for all this bloggin' nonsense. We were sittin' on the sidelines of this whole internet thing when we found a link to drunken Kyle Orton photos on the best sports blog on these here tubes.

So we were hooked and wanted in. Deciding to do a heavy fuckin' metal blog was easy 'cause we like music more than you, but stealin' all of Will's ideas, like using "we" instead of "I" when referring to ourselves was the kicker. Pure fuckin' genius. So finding out duder enjoys the rock and/or roll it's pretty fuckin' Montrose.

Oh wait, do you guys get that reference yet? Shit. Well, keep readin'. You'll get it someday.

Easiest Post Ever

Mmmm, This Is A Tasty Popsicle

It's the weekend, and it's time to fuckin' party with The Duty! Every Friday your crack editorial staff at the H-to-the-D will pick a band to provide the soundtrack for your 48 hour PBR/Jager fueled mis-adventures. This week: Diamond Nights!

About a year ago at this time is when the Duty staff moved our offices to downtown Seattle, and the band dominatin' our car stereos/iPod's was the legendary heritage metal band Diamond Nights. And we are feelin' uber-notalgic for some Brooklyn based bad-assness. And now that the sun is (crossin' fingers) shinin' and beer starts sounding better and better earlier and earlier in the day, it's time to break out the good-timey shit. And no band puts a smile on our face like them Nights boys. Let's do dis!

Track By Track Duty Attack: Dinosaur Jr's Beyond

It's time for another TBTDA. This time we're hittin' ya with our song-by-song list of thoughts on Dinosaur Jr's spanking new reunion album, Beyond. You know the story: it's Dinosaur, which can only mean solos galore, can't-sing vocals, and really shitty artwork. Read on!

Almost Ready
We like how J starts this off with some wicked leads and crunchy chords, but what's up with the abysmally horrid engineering? We're not sure who invented compression, but he was probably a real douche.

Crumble
Sounds like the second side of Hand It Over. Solid nice-guy notey arpeggio'd guitars and vulnerable Mascis singing.

Pick Me Up
Now this is more like it! Best tune thus far. Dinosaur's a guitar band not a riff band so hearing 'em crank out such rocking guitar chords and palm mutin' is a real breath of fresh air. "Pick Me Up" is one of this record's better compositions and typifies what makes Mascis so fantastic, by which we mean his controlled technique and uncontrolled effects tones! Enjoy the multi-fuzz-boxed solo. It's the entire second half!

Back To Your Heart
Lou gets to sing one. Maybe we should start listening to Sebadoh. We really like this as a song, but as an album track it sure is boring.


This Is All I Came To Do
What a fun Sunday morning brunch-makin' track. Look, if there's one thing J never ever gets credit for it's his knack for really great vocal melodies. We can't stop singin' that chorus. It's so nice. Oh wait, here comes a ripping solo!

Been There All the Time
The hit single? This one sounds just like post-Barlow Dinosaur. Yay!

It's Me
More riffin'! J starts off with some great "Thunderkiss" mutes and some soft croons, but if there's one thing we love it's that low-E string bend on the pre-chorus riff! Oooh, and that bridge that leads into another fuzztone solo. That's it, we're picking up a ZVex/Vintage Tone Project twofer.

We're Not Alone
Remember the Ear-Bleeding Country Dinosaur best-of? The one where J said he picked the tracklist 'cause "these are the songs I play live"? Haha. What a fucking character, that guy. We love him. "We're Not Alone" is some nice clean single-coil picking and an honest-to-God countrified vocal line. More of the nice and thoughtful Sunday vibe as that earlier track, only more smile-inducing thanks to the snappy snare beat behind the equally snappy guitar solo. One of Beyond's better efforts, wethinks.


I Got Lost
Acoustic guitars and falsettos. Zzzzzzzz.

Lightning Bulb
Lou's second effort is forking great! We think these cats oughtta do a whole album of songs like this -- double-tracked vocals against a wash of overdriven guitar chords, melodious bassy interludes, and outer-spacey leads. Maybe Kevin Shields can help out.

What If I Knew
All of these songs sound like J Mascis, but here's one that sounds like a step forward from the stuff you've already heard. Here the guys end the record with a song that takes the familiar chord progressions and Dinosaur tropes and tweaks 'em just so slightly that it all sounds new and fresh. Great solo tone, great playing, great melodies. Dinosaur sure is cool.

Given to the Rising (In Our Pants)

Heavy Duty's favorite pummelling death machine N E U R O S I S is only weeks away from unleashing a brand new record on ya. It's called Given to the Rising, it tracked at Electrical, and based on what we know about it, it's primed to be the Best Neurosis Album EVER. Check out the cover art:


Yeah, we don't get that pony with the antler bridle either, but don't it look deep? And fucking mean? Wait until you hear the brand new track "Water Is Not Enough" (conveniently found here on the Neurosis website, here on the Neurosis MySpace, and here on the Neurot Recordings media page). In fact, don't wait! Check it out right now. We already gave you the links, dammit. Stop reading this and do some clickin'.

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Okay, you're back? Pretty great tune right? Has Neurosis has ever sounded this evil? We're used to that bludgeoning Neuro-tempo and overblown death guitars, but the growling vo-kills are downright Scandinavian. That gate-hinge screeching will give you the night terrors. With Neurosis by your side, you are in the presence of a power so great that modern man has yet to bestow a name upon it. Please please please do yourself a favor and watch the "making of" documentary and prepare to pace in anticipation. Don't worry, the May 22 release is fast approaching.