This, from a friend: "A really cute thing about you guys is how you'll pull up and both be wiggling and dancing and bouncing in the truck like you're listening to Green Day, and then the door opens and this horrible wall of shrieking and Satan-worshiping that isn't exactly even music comes pouring out."

Yeah, it is pretty cute. The real ass-shaking happens when it's Lamb of God though. Compared with the frosty hinterland sound of the black metal that's our dietary staple, they lay the grooves down, fat muscular Virginia fuckin' jamz. Makes us get up on tables.