(or IAEPOTWAAH, for short) for the sesquiweek (?) of December 28, 2003

Wow. This was New Wave of British Heavy Metal band Witchfinder General's first show, probably at some Working Men's Club in England 1980. Everyone had long hair and was there to see some badass metal.  Witchfinder General was there to oblige them with their brand of sludgy, bottom-heavy doom.  Since the only other band that sounded like that before them was Black Sabbath (who, by this point, weren't doom any more), they were on the cutting edge (heh, heh).  These days, everybody tunes down their guitars and uses muddy amp settings thinking that they are creating the same kind of coolness that Witchfinder General (who they probably haven't even heard of) was able to conjure up. Then the new bands fuck it up by writing pathetic lyrics about their childhood or ex-girlfriends instead of cool shit such as Satan, a U.S.S.R. invasion or drugs and avoiding any displays of musical ability such as guitar solos and drum fills.  Well, the Generals knew what they were doing, and their high quality tunes proved it. If you can find their albums on vinyl, you are doing better than I am.  Not only will you be rewarded with many hours of music for getting wasted, you will also get turned on by the naked titties on their album covers. Fucking aye!