Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sacred Steel are cheezy as fuck. These guys must have grown up suckling at the muscular, hirsute teat of the mighty Manowar, chugging the essential metallic nutrients needed to write songs as epic as "Wargods of Metal" and "Carnage Rules The Fields of Death". Just get a load of that album cover. The nude barbarian squatting on a pile of his fallen foes, the bad font, the Gods of War overseeing the whole scene... This is some corny, epic shit. But listening to this band, I have to admit: They majorly pump my nads. More speedy than Manowar and less bombastic than Rhapsody, Sacred Steel rule th realm between them, penning thunderous tales of Battle, Blood, and above all, METAL. File Sacred Steel under "Guilty Pleasures". Don't ever let your girlfriend catch you listening to them, but if you're the type of dude that stays up late at night with a flashlight, shamefully jerking off to DragonForce solos underneath a bedsheet (which I am), you NEED to get this.
PS: This is either the best or the worst video I've ever seen:
Above: Apparently, Paul Shaffer from Letterman moonlights as the singer for Sacred Steel.