The Metal Files

It really can. Usually the complications come by our own actions and choices. Over the years, I’ve taken some bad decisions, but who hasn’t? In all reality, 99% of my troubles have been self-imposed. So I’m not gonna bitch.

Let’s get to the real deal. Music. Metal. I live for it. Let’s pick an album to talk about. So, you own Spreading the Disease right? Seriously. You do. Yes? What?

So, it was 1986 and I had bad poofy Marc Storace blonde hair and acne. It was what it was, ya know? I also had my ’66 Nova that everyone ragged on until they needed a ride somewhere. Yeah, that’s right, bitches. Military Circle Mall here we come! In 16 minutes! No shit.

OK, back to my poofy hair…I mean 1986. I was out and about on a Saturday and popped in to see Drew at Unicorn Records. I was browsing his used $3.99 tapes and saw Spreading the Disease in there. I had read good stuff about ‘Thrax and decided to give it a shot.

HOLY FUCK.

Yeah, that’s right. That tape stayed in my car for a few years. It was my “on the way to school” driving tape. It was simply perfect except for Gung Ho, which I never really liked. Sure, Charlie’s feet are amazing on this one, but the song was just goofy. ‘Thrax always had a goofy side.

This album is just so awesome. I don’t know how to go into it any better. The riffs, the drums and Belladonna’s vocals are just stellar.

I am going to bed. If I actually put this on before bed, I’d never get to sleep. My adrenaline would be pumping.