Welcome to the latest installment of Revelations of Doom; I’m Grim Kim (or Kim Kelly, if you prefer), and I’ll be your guide to this week’s glorious mashup of extreme metal education, barbarian wrath, and highly-biased amplifier worship. Once again, we’ll be walking the doomed path, but this time, our journey takes us down below, past the Mason-Dixon line and into the Devil’s own backyard. It ain’t NOLA, but it’s close enough to smell the whiskey.
Okay – make that Virginia. While it may not be the most southernmost point of the Dirty South, it still gets hot as hell down there, and that oppressive heat fuels the flames of some of the country’s most vital metal bands. It’s not often that a band that falls into one of the genres I love the most manages to fly under my radar for an extended period of time – I’m pretty on top of my game as far as metal-nerding-out goes. That’s why it came as such a shock when I stumbled across Salome, a killer American sludge band that I’D NEVER HEARD OF. My mind was boggled, then blown – this band FUCKING. RULES. (more…)