
This Monday, which, if you ask me, is great day to go see a movie about heavy metal, and then go see some metal shows, I'm gonna go see a movie about some heavy metal, and
holymotherfuck am I gonna see some heavy metal shows. The basic agenda is this. Show up, produce press passes, enter,
watch movie while drinking through a case of cheep, domestic, gut-rotting beer smuggled in and drank loudly, pause/reflect/purge, and while maintaining steel-spine composure, interview
director Justin McConnell (esteamed director,) interview
BLOODSHOT EYE, POLKADOT CADAVER, NO ASSEMBLY REQURIED, and 3 MILE SCREAM, then, put my trusted cameraman, Mr. Robitiks, (the man that no poison can corrupt) in such a location at the
ANNEX WRECK ROOM that will be condusive to his feverish drinking problem as well as fasilitating a sturdy base for the camera (the bar) to take some hellawicked footage of some
GOD DAMNED HARDCORE CANADIAN HEAVY METAL.Will a certain recently-added-to-the-clergy, mildly explosive man in a bearface make an appearence crowd-surfing, bathing in liquor, and making out with the stacks of speakers?
You can bet your whole fuckin torso I will.On that wager, you can tack your house, soul, and everything the good King Midas ever put his greedy little fingers on, and his fingers.
STAY TUNED ZEROITES,THIS IS NOT A TEST.