In most movies, Manhattan is made out to be a high-fashion metropolis with everyone in black pant suits on 5th Ave and super chic designer outfits in SoHo. But, if you live here, you know its just a giant cluster fuck of every kind of being. The metal underground is just one scene in a bottomless pool of cultures. And the metal scene is sub-genred to the point that I can barely keep up with the new sub-sub-genres. Last Sunday was my first live Pagan Metal experience and I can promise that it won't be my last. It was also a pretty good option for ruining a working person's Monday morning. Who cares, though. Sleep deprived headaches don't compare to the kilt-moshing and wench chanting that added to a night of complete drunken praise to pirate metal. Enjoy my photomentary below of Alestorm and Tyr. Sorry for missing Suidakra's set but the damned Apple Store tricked me into driving an hour out of my way. If you missed it, be sure to catch Pagan Fest this summer.
A band whose fans brought on the stormy dancing and made sure their beers were always in the air
Leather armor is to protect one from beer's blood and hammer hailing