Ah yes, they still exist. Bands that waste no time and just try to bludgeon you into submission with their mighty hammer of excellent blackened alloy. Blast beats that rumble comfortably across yer stomach, pitch-black tremolo fests, and rasps that scrape about yer earphones like so many pointed fingernails on a blackboard.

And I am not talking about these copycats that just go ahead, strum wildly on their downturned guitars, and try to hypnotize ye with needless drum work. The elaborate RMR selection process will only weed them out and show them the exit door out back. The one that … [...] Click to raid more!