In 1999, the world's best punk band put out their first and only LP and you never heard it. Hailing from Tucson, The Blacks combined hate-fueled hardcore with crazed hillbilly voodoo rhythms that made you wanna dance like a Pentecostal snake handler.
I was lucky enough to catch these guys a few times back in the day and it was one of the craziest live shows I've ever seen. A few days after I last saw them, their singer mysteriously ran off into the wilderness in the middle of tour and died from exposure. Tragic.
Thanks to their old bass player, you can finally get your cyber-hands on a copy of Hate You Like Gold.
Get a taste here and then if you're not a total pussy you'll want the whole thing.
I have a lot of friends who say, "I only like Forest of Equilibrium from Cathedral." Well EFF THAT son! I just bought that CD and I gotta admit, I'd rather listen to their cornball 70s shtick. Forest is cool and groundbreaking and all, but give me Carnival Bizarre or Ethereal Mirror any day over that slab. Long live Camaro doom!