|
The
Fireball Ministry name was tossed around a lot late last year, mainly
stuff about their cabinet stax and rock to the max, but that kind of hype
always puts me a bit on edge. I mean, they’re always going on these big
tours with, like, power metal bands or angry throttle core bands, right,
so you never know which side of the coin is gonna turn up when you
actually get your hands on the damn thing and spin it yourself. Well, it
turns out that tails has turned up. Of course, I’m talking
about that ripe stripper tail you see hangin’ off the back of some Harley,
her arms wrapped around the surliest son of a bitch Satan could mould from
the black clay beneath his cloven hooves. And those big tours are legit it
seems, because FM are a power metal band and a throttle core band all
wrapped into one screamin’ demon flamethrower of magic and madness, kind
of like post-Sabbath Ozzy swillin’ blood with American Dog or Big Block
Hitchcock. Despite the name of the album, I can assure you that their rock
is our rock, my friends.
________________________________________________________ |