.....The other night, on the way home from dropping my Son off at a birthday party, as it was such a beautiful evening I decided to roll the windows down, open the sun roof and let Testament blaze my eyebrows. I was only rolling down the street at about 10 miles an hour. There were two reasons for this:1. I was in a residential area and there were kids everywhere
2. On this beautiful Summer evening, I was thoroughly enjoying the fresh air and the tasty sounds Chuck Billy & Co and was in no rush to speed home.
It is a good thing that I was driving so slowly because a boy who couldn't have been any older than 3 busted out into the street about 25 feet from my car on some kind of motorized four wheel thingy. I stopped, looked around...fully expecting to see some parental units in the near vicinity. About 20 or 30 seconds go by, nothing....not a single adult in sight. Suddenly, I see the front door to one of the houses come flying open. There, on the front porch stood this dude with what is quite possibly the most glorious mullet I have ever seen. He had a cigarette in one hand, a malted beverage in the other and was wearing a black T-shirt that had a picture on the front of Sir Ian Fraser Kilmister (Not yet Knighted by the Queen but he should be)\m/. The back of the shirt read "I'm So Bad....Baby I Don't Care." He proceeded to take a drag of his smoke, a drink of his brew and shouted at the young lad in the street "Hey boy.....git yer butt up here 'fore I open a can of whoop ass." At this point, I was wondering if I should intervene. Fortunately, an older woman (probably Captain Super Mullet's Mother) who appeard quite sober came out of the house, calmly went to get the boy and broughgt him safely back inside. Before I drove away, I made eye contact with Mr. Motorhead shirt. He looked at me, unleashed a massive Coors inspired belch, enthusiatstically lifted his hand (the one that wasn't holding the beer) to throw me the "horns" and started laughing hysterically before stumbling back into the house. You may be wondering why I am telling you this story. What I am getting at is this, try as you may but it is just wrong put all "Metal Heads" into a single category (as many people seem to enjoy doing). This World is littered with millions of headbanging hooligans. Not all of us don a sweet mullet, get drunk in the afternoon and neglect our Children. We Metal Warriors are a diverse crowd.....we are Bankers (Scrotos), Business Owners(Dr. Beau), Hotel Managers(Dominicus), etc; The list goes on and on. That being said, you can forget about silly stereotypes. There is no need to put us all into a small category...there is enough Motorhead for us all to enjoy.....\m/..
Ok people, here it is....if you consider yourself a fan of Metal and are not down with 3 Inches of Blood, you must get with the program in short order. If you do not, Cam Pipes shall ride upon you in the night, and with broadsword in hand he will proceed to raise holy hell on you and your village. People tell me they sound like Priest, etc. Blah, blah blah...what is your point? Were they influenced by Judas Priest? Yes, I'm sure that they were. So what...Priest kills!! Plus, a lover of Metal can never get enough of the banshee wails. 3 Inches of Blood is a Canadian Heavy Metal band from Vancouver, British Columbia, formed in 1999. They are mostly influenced by the bands involved with the New Wave of British Heavy Metal of the late 1970s and early 1980s (Priest, Maiden, Mercyfule Fate, etc). Before 3 Inches of Blood, Pipes and Hagberg were in a black metal band called Allfather. I absolutely love this band and "The Goatrider's Horde" rocks my World. Please enjoy... 
The Apocalypse. The End. The Struggle of good and evil. And the band that bridges the gap. These are the Crusaders of the Metalic "Double Bass Boogie" that destroy all that is within its Path.
As most of you are aware, after Rob Halford left Judas Priest in the early 1990s, they hired Tim "Ripper" Owens to replace him on lead vocals. When I heard this was happening, I found it rather laughable that Priest would try to soldier on without Halford. That is until 1997 when my friend who was working at a record store brought me the Jugulator CD that the manager had given him. They had several copies but it was not selling and they needed to unload them. I was driving home from work and decided to pop it in as I was sure it would provide a good laugh. I must say that I was completely blown away. I mean, Halford is bad ass but this album is an amazing and face melting experience. It is a fine offering from start to finish and it is in my humble opinion one of Preist's best...... 
Through out time, there always seems to be the one band that every one discredits, yet in reality every one knows that they have some talent. In the case of today, I am talking about the one, the only...Machine Head.