How mega-dope-tacular will this show be? It was featured in the Wall Street Journal (who, strangely, dig us). Doors at 7pm, we're on at 9:30 (sharp). Get there early-ish, 'cause this show will sell out! The Facebook invite.

Is it vain to share pictures of yourselves? Possibly, but we're too busy admiring how amazing we look to think it through. In any case, these pics from Highline Ballroom (courtesy of Kristin Tully) were too sweet not to share! 

Metal is not an art form without deficiencies. Often they are mental. But what metal does not lack for is F**cking Awesome Album Art (that's a genre). Because as deep as Dylan's Blood On The Tracks is...

The album cover that gave Christian parents everywhere a collective stroke, Number Of The Beast features Iron Maiden's innocuously named mascot Eddie, the most bad-ass burn victim ever, who incurred his injuries in the fires of Hell. Note, Eddie isn't suffering any damnation, he's actually controlling the devil. Implication? Sign on with Iron Maiden and you will command the very forces of Hell. So, no, screw you mom and dad, you're grounded.

 

 

...Teresa, from Real Housewives Of New Jersey? Right?? ...Um, thanks to a female friend of ours, who totally exists, for alerting us to this.

This is the most metal thing ever painted. Don't even try to argue the point, or Lemmy will give you his herpes, which no mortal can survive. But what really puts this album over the top of the edge of the peak of Mt. Everest is the the title: Orgasmatron... In God's name, what manner of physically ruinous orgasm does this... thing (there are no words for it) give you?? What, er, "station" does it pull into... and out of, and into, and out of, until you're nothing but rubble? All we know is after having your... horizons... expanded by this cavitating locumotive, you're gonna be able to make big money on the internet. 

P.S. We did it! We have, with "locumotive", penned a retarded sexual pun that isn't yet Googleable!