Just this past April, I found out about the aural assault that is Death By Stereo, thanks to the suggestion of long-time fan Clint Weinrich, aka, The Torrez. You see, Torrez had the pleasure of growing up next to members of this band years ago, before Death By Stereo was the full-fledged, fuck-it-up machine they are today. So when he told me that DBS “isn’t afraid of the rock,” I was instantly curious to hear and see what these guys had in store for me. What they do have is ROCK, and plenty of it, cocko! This is the type of band that wipes its ass with those “nu-metal” bands (whatever the fuck that means) like Korn, Slipknot, LinkinPark, or Limp Bizkit. That’s right, hotshot – eats them, shits them out, and wipes their ass with them. Metal with a heavy, deadly groove that’s just as deadly being punk as fuck; the way it’s supposed to be played. The way that would make a band like Motorhead or Slayer nod with approval, not because DBS sound like either one of the above-mentioned bands, but because DBS embraces metal with their own architectural thunder. Lyrics about fucked up people and fucked up things in a country we all still love to be a part of. I especially like the lyrics to “Shh, It’ll Be Our Little Secret,” a song about the exposed cover-ups regarding sex offenders within the Catholic church: “Skeletons in your closet, you’re not looking too smart/I should take your cock and shove it straight through your heart.” Hear that, Fr. Mike Baker, you fucking scumbag? And I can’t dig enough song titles like “I Wouldn’t Piss in Your Ear If Your Brain Was on Fire” or “You’re a Bullshit Salesman with a Mouthful Of Samples.” If Sharon Osbourne is half the business genius that everyone goes on about, she’d get DBS signed up to the OzzFest and watch them obliterate the other acts on tour alongside them, night after night after night. In fact, I fucking double-dog dare her if she’s reading this. Death By Stereo, dear readers – ask for them by name.
–dale (Epitaph)