Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The Godfathers "Birth, School, Work, Death"

Let's keep this hard rock bulldozer ripping. The Godfathers are giving us 100% huge balls on this white hot jam. Call and response riffing and leading is the name of this game, and if you can't take the heat then get the hell out of this kitchen. It's so easy to picture these dudes on stage, jaws clenched, beating those guitars as if they had somehow done something to deserve it. Solo after solo, chorus after chorus. And we haven't even gotten to the lyrics yet. Stark dismal reality presented with no regard to the blind and pacified. Drugs can't even please The Godfather's anymore, their souls have turned to dust and their eyeballs have hardened to stone.

I cut myself but I don't bleed

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