Generation of Vipers

So there is this amazing metal band from Tennessee, (thanks Metal Jake) who never tour and don't ever seem to really do anything except play shows in Tennessee, and, apparently, craft epic doom oeuvres in what I can only picture as a shed built out of corrugated tin, soundproofed with dirt and lit only by one forty watt bulb which is half caked with smoke. Really though, they probably play in a clean suburban basement. What do I know? Either way, they have a new song up on their Myspace page and it is amazing. If you like slow, atmospheric, heavy and beautiful, check it out. Their full length too, get that.

But enough with the fan boy. It does make me miss the heavy music though. Maybe you don't outgrow that shit after all. God, the only thing worse that a bunch of aging dudes who won't let metal go must be a bunch of tattooed singers from punk bands who picked up acoustic guitars and grew beards. Oh wait... Don't know what's good, bad or even what's what at that, just know what I like, and today that is Generation of Vipers.

And what I don't like today is the cop who flipped a U-turn to follow us for blocks just because we were three guys in the same car. Carpooling is so foreign here the LAPD must assume that if you are not driving alone you must on your way to some unlawful fun. But, Wheels had nothing outstanding when they ran his tags (which we could see the cop doing on his laptop, while driving) so he turned off. Oh Johnny Law...

-OSB