"Drunk Not Dead" (Stomp)
The Brains will never be crowned Canada's official cultural representatives (though legions of rip-n-stitch wreckers would doubtless heft them unto exactly such distinction). Swaggering, mohawked, and distemperous - demolition chords hustled aboard an amphetemine rocket - this psycho triad spews defiantly exultant outsider rage-psalms with towerblock amps on angry 11. Their chosen boneyard-playground stares up from shattered mirror-shards somewhere betwixt the Meteors and Mad Sin; they share the former's predilection for netherworld narratives, and the latter's careening style. Damnation sounds like fun.
"Never in all my years in this business have I witnessed a bloodbath of this magnitude! Two titans clashing, not only for eternal glory - but for their very souls!"
- DC Larson