"I tell him that it is the worst thing I've ever heard and that we'll be there."
This post comes to you from the Gopher State--more specifically, the Grain Belt City--which I've come to realize is quite bipolar. Perhaps it's something to do with the weather, but things are a bit strange here.
For example, the same state that produced the folk-rock introspective lyrical stylings of Bob Dylan and Mason Jennings has also produced such gems as the goth-metal recently-defunct transgendered band All The Pretty Horses (more on them here) and Faggot (with such musical gems as "You're Gay, You're Dead," "Mongolian Beef," and "F&ck You, Amerika!").
But I've also discovered that in addition to putting out great acts such as Prince and The Replacements, Minneapolis has another star to add to its walk-of-fame: Metalligher.
I somehow get trapped into a conversation with an uber-irritating drunk nerd hyping some band playing Emo’s on Sunday at midnight (after SXSW is over). They are called Metalligher, a Metallica tribute band whose lead singer dresses like Gallagher and smashes fruit with a sledgehammer. I tell him that it is the worst thing I’ve ever heard and that we’ll be there. Satisfied, he trudges off in search of another promotional victim.
Source. Seriously, this has got to be the best concept EVER discovered. As the saying goes, "it is better to burn out bright than to fade away," and this band followed through with a short career, but luckily for us, there are fantastic photos to remember them by (seriously awesome).