Ed. Note: There’s metal and then there’s METAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHHLLLL!!! and sure there are a thousand and one if not dozens of genres and niches and cliques in between but let’s keep our heads easy this evening and recognize the poles as being the type of heavy leather your dope-smoked uncle might blast from his Camino over kegs at the local VFW (because it’s always ’87 somewhere) and the carrion call of certain and uncivil death. This gig, suffice it to say, is a grand celebration of the latter with a swole-belly boast of two titans of carnage, Behemoth and Cannibal Corpse accompanied across America by two young bucks, Aeon and Tribulation who ring well deranged beyond their years. Ms. Boyd was there because Ms. Boyd is insane and fears no evil. I wish I could say the same. Now please dig, if you will, her pictures.