Oh yes, the cold of winter is creeping upon us, meaning it's time to pull on the hoodies, take double the swigs of Jack Daniels, and start listening to a hell of a lot more metal. At least that's what we do in Kentucky, so may I suggest you do the same? All you've gotta do really is bundle up a bit, grab a brown-liquor bottle, and put on the same record I'll be shivering to for the cold months to come - Early Man.
Early Man is singer Mike Conte on the '73 Gibson SG and Adam Bennati on a big pile of drums, both from Columbus and both now thankfully fucking shit up in New York City. This is the kind of band that gets your hair all wet and matted at a show. This is the band that sells the venue out of beer and leaves shot glasses shattered on the floor and walls. This is the band that you love.
Recently signing to Matador and putting out their first full-length, I'd be spitting poison if I didn't tell you that they sound a lot like all of my favorite Iron Maiden tracks at once - and that's a very good thing. Out this month and ready to be played when those little fuckers come pounding on your door wanting sweets, this jam is ready to blow their wigs back and send their cutesy-suited ghosts back down the walk crying to Mom that the mean hipster at the door just screamed something about caves, played some wicked air guitar and threw stuff at them, which just so you know was mainly cigarette butts wrapped in Hershey kisses foil.
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