Drop Seven at the Boardwalk

Here’s the deal: If you start a metal band, please make sure you’re a scary-looking person. There’s nothing worse than hearing about a metal band and then seeing a picture of a couple of anorexic emo dudes wearing lip rings, white belts and matching scarves. More to the point, if you’re going to shred your way through a satanic chorus, make sure you look like Sacramento’s Drop Seven. These guys are not only scary looking, but their music rips with three guitarists, a pounding double bass and lyrics that make you wish you went to church for the latter part of your life. These are the kind of dudes who spell stuff wrong and type in all caps, and if you call them out on it, they’ll beat the shit out of you. Sacramento wasn’t founded on rappers who sound like Kanye West’s special cousin—it was born from shit-kicking, fat-girl-in-pink-Spandex, denim-and-leather metal. Rage! Pillage! Ahhhhhh!