Sometimes you don’t want to think. You just want to get that nasty guitar in your head and thrash like a denim clad meathead like you did in the 80s. But the old stuff just isn’t cutting it like it used to. Too much nostalgia in those riffs you carved into your head after so many listens. No, you need something new, something fresh. Something that invokes the same speed feeling, has the pulse of the past but is new and shiny and here in the present.
My friend, you need Inferno. And you need their new album Basados En Hechos Reales now. Continue reading