Seeing recently reunited '80s Sub Pop doom mongers St. Vitus stomp all over a rowdy New York City crowd this past weekend reminded me why I love metal. It's just so defiantly uncool. The audience was full of men and women wearing t-shirts decorated with skulls and demons and gothic lettering and banging their heads in skull-shaking bliss. The band's frontman, Scott "Wino" Weinrich, wore a black leather vest and sang in low snarl about "white stallions" and "purple dragons." Impressively bearded guitarist Dave Chandler summoned sludgy riffs and slicing solos. The rhythm section of bassist Mark Adams (in a sweet vintage Alice Cooper shirt) and drummer Henry Vasquez rumbled menacingly along. Being at the show was like living in a comic book. It was awesome.
The thing is, I spend a lot, maybe most, of my music-listening time on indie and mainstream rock. I love them both, but sometimes get tired with the former's tendency towards jaded hipness and the latter's popularity jones. In theirRead More »from Why Heavy Metal Is Awesome