FIREBALL MINISTRY
Their Rock is Not Our Rock
Liquor & Poker

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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.
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-Jeff Warren