Sometimes you need big crazy metal. The kind of stuff that says metal five hundred times. I’ve been told there’s a drinking game associated with Manowar’s Brothers of Metal: you take a drink anytime he says metal. Or a type of metal. You’ll want to quit before they get to the first chorus.

This is a jukebox staple at a couple of the bars in town, primarily because we’re all old and sometimes don’t want to hear whatever is new and amazing and just want big bold drums and guitars and vocals. Because other bands play, Manowar kills.