Barn Burner
Bangers
Metal Blade

Barn Burner, you raggedy sons-of-bitches! Are you fucking kidding me? Just when I thought Montreal’s world-eating rock n’ roll machine couldn’t possibly get any meaner, you come bustin’ out of a mile-high pile of crushed PBR cans in some wood-paneled den in your flannel and denim like you’re the goddamn Kings of the Rotten, set my beard on fire, and then piss on the flames. Now the smoke is burnin’ my eyes and I smell like a wino in a litter box, but I’ll be damned if I’m not the happiest rat crawlin’ in the rock n’ roll gutter. I mean, this album right here is the reason I do what I do, that’s for damn sure. It breaks my beard, boy-o.

Now, I know a lot of strange and wonderful people, but if one of them came up to me and said, “There’s a band out there right now who takes the exotic flare of Tricky Woo, the frantic energy of Valient Thorr, the street machismo of The Bronx, the dusty swagger of Fu Manchu, and the slick harmonies of Thin Lizzy, and turns it into a greasy mess of heavy, blessed, bad-ass rock,” I would’ve smashed them in the face with an ashtray and politely told them, “No such band could ever exist. That is rock of the highest – HIGHEST – order, and to pull off such a mammoth feat would take a pair of balls the size of which has never been possessed by man since Bon Scott drank himself to death. And further,” I would’ve said, “this band would need Adrian Popovich behind the controls and for Mikey Heppner of Priestess to make a guest vocal appearance, and, well…now we’re just getting ridiculous.” That’s when they would’ve sucked back the blood running from their nose and said, “Dude…Barn Burner.” I don’t apologize to them, of course, because this is rock n’ roll. This is glory.

Check out the video for “Half Past Haggard” from Bangers!