High on Fire – Snakes for the Divine High on Fire – Snakes for the Divine

High on Fire – Snakes for the Divine

High on Fire – Snakes for the Divine

Where Matt Pike lives, there are orcs and shit. Dragons. Vikings and demons and ninjas and everything is on fire all the time even when there’s an ice age. And snakes. Always snakes.

I mean fucking everywhere.

But that’s cool because Matt Pike is metal and no snake can withstand the onslaught of his overwhelming riffage. So great is Matt Pike’s metal that no sooner does he plug in his mighty red axe than snakes just fucking explode.

Seriously.

You ever seen a snake in Oakland? No. You know why? Matt fucking Pike.

He exploded every last one of those scaly motherfuckers. Then he high-fived the Raiders, hopped on his Harley Davidson Road King Space-Time Obliterator (patent pending) and headed straight for 1987 to satisfy his cruel need for Bill Gazzarri’s cocaine and all of Vixen’s preening poontang.

You think I’m lying? Go ask the fucking man. I dare you.

High on Fire – Snakes for the Divine , reviewed by Charles on 2010-06-28T13:05:39+00:00 rating 3.6 out of 5



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