I’m going to put my cards on the table. I love metal. Ever since I heard Black Sabbath when I was 12. Just obliterated by it. And the heavier and darker the better.

I tried to get away from it, I really did. I put away my Iron Maiden t-shirt during my first year at a New England prep school. Stopped playing air drums to The Trooper. Stopped gushing about discovering Metallica on 2 am underground radio. Ground to a halt my obsession with War Pigs. Started digging on punk rock, folk, and whatever else was palatable to my Ivy League-bound peers. Oh, the things we do for acceptance. But by the time I hit college, I could no longer deny my deep and abiding love for headbanging. I returned to the fold just in time for the creative zenith of Thrash and the rise of a million new amazing metal styles. Continue reading →