You gotta love Bloodhag. Seriously, it’s a law in some states. They’re just so friggin’ good that you really can’t help yourself. Sure, they’re essentially a burp-metal band, but four things make ‘em rise above the pack: 1) their songs rarely break the two-minute mark, which means no guitar wanking; 2) their songs are well constructed and, frankly, rock; 3) instead of dwelling in some faux sci-fi universe where metal is king, the chicks wear only loincloths (actually, that one has its merits, but I digress) and robots have feelings, they opt instead to literally sing biographies in homage of those who write about such worlds in ways that don’t suck (this time around, Douglas Adams, Poe, Anne McCaffrey, Madeleine L’Engle, Franz Kafka and Phillip Jose Farmer are among the scribes paid tribute); 4) books are cool, and they obviously love books. That last one alone—given that we now live in a world of iPods, laziness and short attention spans—puts ‘em in the running for “saints” status. Easily the best band that ever rocked a library, and y’all muhfuggahs betta recognize.
–jimmy (Alternative Tentacles)