Heavy Metal Kings
You know what’s refreshing? Some good old fashioned rough and tumble old school gangsta thug life hip hop that tears a bloody hole in your chest and leaves you looking like that hobo’s shattered corpse after Uncle Zip Top raised his double barreled shotgun and let loose both shells at point blank range because the dude stole the battery out of the back of his beat up barely running 1975 Volkswagon Super Beetle because he was drunk on Tussin and off his meds. That’s the best description I can muster if you asked me about the sound and lyrical style of the Heavy Metal Kings and their thunderous sick cannon of work- refreshing.
Like a good wine, all the elements of their influences are present and there are traces of their history but no aspect of what they do overwhelms the whole. Like a good bottle of wine, they are refreshing.
Refreshing, like not getting poop tip on your stink wand when you sneak it in. Refreshing, like the hounds not picking up the scent. Refreshing, like when the sores fade in a week. Refreshing, like when the jeans stolen from the laundromat are exactly your size. Refreshing, like the opposite of the tuna fish that’s been in the back of your fridge for four months. Refreshing like finally getting out of the house to go see the Heavy Metal Kings tonight.
-Uncle Wheat Toast
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