How often do we give Anthrax their propers? Not enough, that's for sure. A band that gets respect but not enough air time.

Let's go.

He's off the reservation. Calling all metalheads! We gotta bring him in before he kills someone!

I mean. . . Ultimate? Like frisbee? C'mon now. What is the ultimate sin? Maybe it's listening to this record. Maybe something much worse. We shall see.

Twice a year, we go off-format. No riffs, no blast beats, no blast beats debates. This time, Hardin and Timony are transmitting from somewhere the FCC never sanctioned — a frequency so confrontational, so deliberately overwhelming, that it didn't just change music, it indicted a culture. This is the record that proved a wall of sound could be a weapon, that information overload was the point, and that the most dangerous thing you could put on wax was the truth turned up to eleven.

Fight the power. We already did.

HEEEEEERE IT COMES!

FOOTBALL. i mean. METALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

What happens when a great band sends a great member and you feel like old friends right away? You hang out and talk KISS and some other things too. If you're sleeping on Castle Rat, slumber no more

I don't know why we do it. Mike and Colin clearly cannot be trusted. Yet here we are. You guys wanna see a dead body? Wanna bring it back to life? We tried. John tried. I tried.

Come beat this dead horse with us. Or beat whatever you can get your hands on. No, not like that.

The last year is stabbed and bleeding and in an alley. Time to move on. But first, let’s take a look back and piss and moan about it.

If you can believe it, just day before his 80th birthday, the Catman has released a new record. We’re gonna critique and discuss this new release and pray he takes this puppy on tour.

Colin is missing. Holiday Dan rears his head. The rest of us are equally confused. We take a short dip into the mire of tunes that could be GENIUS or could be GARBAGE. Whatchathink?

who knows. it's chilly.