Anthrax

Creation and destruction. They’re fundamental building blocks of life, shaping all we have and determining all we know. You can sugarcoat it all you want, but the results are all the same—Life is created, life is destroyed, and the world goes on. In between? We live, we love, we laugh, we cry, we mourn. Life takes us on flights of uninhibited fancy, and life sends us down roads of unrelenting turmoil. Through the creation, through the destruction, and through the bittersweet ironies that consume us in the process… In the midst of it all, there is heavy metal. And in the midst of the metal, there is Anthrax. When their peers zigged, Anthrax zagged. Not to be contrary, but to be honest. What is life, if it can’t be lived with honesty, integrity, and a fundamental appreciation for where we came from, and where we’re going? And what is metal, if it isn’t honest? “Anthrax? The cover of "Fistful of Metal" says it all. I bought that fucker when it came out in 84, without hearing even so much as a note. They haven't disappointed me since. Unmistakable riffs, mindfuck drumming and classic songs – they've opened too many doors to mention. Badasses. They are better... more...