Kick Off Your August With Free Metal
Posted by Chris Harris on August 1, 2010 in Chicks, New Records, News, Rad
The best kind of music is free music. I think Mark Twain said that. And yes, I happen to agree. Not that I advocate online music piracy, because I certainly do not. I think it’s reprehensible to illegally download albums bands spend months — sometimes years — working on, because most of these bands struggle as it is, and don’t need assholes jacking their shit. They wouldn’t come down to your work and slap the dick out of your mouth, so why would you steal music? If you truly love a band, you need to support that band.I do, however, support downloading samplers legally. From time to time, bands, labels, and companies assemble these free samplers, and for many of them, you have to register. But dude, there’s this new 32-track sampler, from Decibel and F.Y.E., that’s pretty killer. And I think you should definitely start off your August — which, in my estimation, is the best month out of the whole fucking year — with a heaping hunk of legal, yet free heavy metal music.
Who is on the sampler, you ask? Kingdom of Sorrow, Pathology, The Acacia Strain, Son of Aurelius, Between the Buried and Me, The Absence, Impending Doom, This or the Apocalypse, Carnifex, Grave Maker, System Divide, Wretched, John 5, Rosaline, The Contortionist, The Autumn Offering, A Plea For Purging and a whole host of others.
And because I couldn’t pick between going with a picture of Between the Buried and Me (a band I happen to think is one of the best going these days) and Impending Doom, here is a picture of some art I saw in Hartford last weekend, after me and my buddies hit the RockStar Energy Mayhem Festival there.
After the show [Edit: Well, that’s not true...we didn’t stick around for Korn], we went to The Gold Club in Hartford, one of the best “bad man clubs” ever to be erected. Some kids there erroneously thought we were the dudes from Winds of Plague and bought us shots. That was rad. Then the girls who work there started paying more attention to us, because they thought we were in Winds. I told them I was the singer. One of the dancers nibbled on my ear and offered me a “cock ride” for $150. Alas, I didn’t have $150 on me — or in my account, for that matter. Besides, my manager — The Rev. Dave Ciancio — told me I wasn’t allowed to spend that much on trim.
Anyways, there was this piece of art on the wall that was illuminated and just…fuck, its just so American, I can’t stand it. I want to salute, cry, and rub one off, all at the same time. Look at that beautiful painting! Its inspiring and…it just gets my juices flowing. Masterpiece.

