Pist: Rhythm And Booze
Eight pints of lager and a packet of riffs please
As much as most of us would like metal to continue evolving, the simple truth is that the genre’s first few ideas remain its best.
As a result, there will always be a demand for bands like Pist. This is nuts-out and rum-fucked outlaw metal from the dingy pubs of Manchester, steeped in classic Sabbathian molasses and sprinkled with granules of dirty street speed sent by snail mail from the gutters of New Orleans.