A picture of a picture. The crowd for Electric Wizard at Maryland's Deathfest. Heavy, heavy hitters who seldom play in the States. Lucky bastards- one year earlier and I would have been there.
The rhythmic drumming at the very beginning of the song, it's like a knocking to me. I hear it, and I visualize someone knocking on the door, and then I get up and put my hand on the knob to open the door, and as I'm turning the knob the door gets kicked in. And I'm laid the fuck out.
But you gotta TURN IT UP if you want to see and feel that.
