Overview:
Ahh, Hoosier metal. There tend to be two kinds of metal that lurks in the corners and cracks of Terre Haute. The first is the thoroughly pathetic kind. Bands composed of 14 year old kids with a passion for Atreyu, kids that smoke their parents’ cigarettes and swipe their grandma’s Nitroglycerin because they think all pills are cool. And their music sucks, too.
The second kind is legit. These bands take inspiration from multiple sources, combine the best aspects of all, and make you want to punch your parents, eat their cigarettes, poison your grandma, steal her Nitro, and sell it to the pathetic metal posers for money to buy razor blades to put inside pies a good Christian family donated to the old people’s home.
Yeah, Death Partizan is legit.