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By Jason Bracelin The underground lives in Lord ClovenHoof's garage. It's stuffy and damn hot, like entering a giant gym sock, but hey, if you're one of Vegas' leading patrons of infernal underground metal, then your homebase should approximate Hades' swelter at least a little bit.
By Jason Bracelin By Jason Bracelin Review-Journal He looked like a muscle spasm incarnate, a drunken ballerina, twitching, trembling, leaping, lunging, posing and pinwheeling about the stage, as if his flesh were a prison he was trying to escape from.
By Jason Bracelin It's like Christmas in July, and Santa's here to pour a little sugar (and arsenic) in your ears. With the year half over, it's time to take stock of the best of albums of '08 thus far.