It’s the weekends again. That momentous time that only comes once a week, where any cold blooded hunter knows it is time to sharpen some fangs, machetes and spiked boots.
How do you condense all the best, the filthiest, the rawest of late 80’s extreme metal into one cup of juicy, tasty, addictive, adrenalin pumping cacophony?
I suppose you just hafta let the Brazilians do it…No one else can come close.