I permanently fucked my foot spin-kicking to this band in Florida last year. This was one year after I permanently fucked the same foot doing the same move to a much shittier band. Hasn't stopped me from moshing since then, but that's a deficiency to be dealt with at another day. 

Right now, I'm singing the praises of Killing Frost, a Finnish five-piece who sound like Celtic Frost crossed with Sheer Terror. So that's crusty proto-black metal with more emphatic hardcore overtones, and also synths played by a dude who rocks chainmail live and somehow doesn't look corny doing so. 

I spent too much effort trying to explain why this band are dope to an ex-situationship who thought they were D&D-playing nerd shit. A metal band who dress up in medieval costumes are probably dorks. Even if they're entertaining and the music rules, they're still probably dorks. However, when a hardcore band making metal dress up like knights to play music that sounds like it's emanating from the halls of a torture chamber, and when people spin-kick and swing to that music in the live setting, that's not dorky. That's just fucking cool. 

Why this former flame of mine could not understand that most obvious distinction, I do not know. But that's what came to mind while I listened to this record last night in my living room as I considered the damage I've done to my body in the name of dope, stylish, cool, not at all dorky bands like Killing Frost.