For never-say-die hair farmers stoically tossing nu-metal rarefaction the finger, the un-adulterated hessian stylings of kindred spirits like Mastodon, Lamb of God, and Shadows Fall offer a shit-eating reason to hold on to blanched Eddie jackets and Jack Daniels scowls despite Vince Neil's recent VH1-sponsored dorkification. Two Wednesdays ago at Irving Plaza, High on Fire, one of contemporary metal's weightier weapons of mass percussion, carried balls-out sludge to noggin bangers of all ages. Emerging darkly lit from behind an in-house screen that moments earlier... More >>>