The other day, the strangest thing happened. And it’s only strange because it involved Hatebreed, and now, here we are less than a week later, with Hatebreed news.
I was rummaging through some old CD cases in my car the other day, and found a bunch of burns that, of course, I did not label.
Two of them were Hatebreed records. Which ones? I couldn’t tell you if my life was on the line. Here’s my point: You own one Hatebreed record, you own them all.
That said, I hope Jamey Jasta — an old co-worker from my MTV days — and the rest of Hatebreed actively focus on not making the same fucking record again.
The band have been writing new material as of late. Jasta Tweeted recently that the next album “will be barbaric.”
Jasta Tweeted the other day while “home jamming to some of @chrisbeattie riffs until my youngster gets out of her dance class.”
Seriously, guys — experiment. Branch out. Push the fucking envelope until you feel uncomfortable and then keep pushing. And avoid positive, uplifting, encouraging nouns for song titles or the record name.
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