Fast, loose and dirty. No, I’m not talking about Mrs M – it’s how I’m taking my metal right now.
It takes something quite special to come between me and my daily worship at the altar of crusty, d-beating death madness.
That something is Cold Testament, the third opus from Seattle quartet Book of Black Earth.
Reviews containing those magic words (crusty, death, punky and blackened) may have drawn me in but little I have read really nails why Cold Testament not only hits the bullseye but proceeds to tear it a new one.