Because there is, like, nothing happening today, and we’re too busy writing reviews in the form of esoteric rap, we thought we’d shoot you another question, this time inspired by an article over at Noisecreep, rather than the rambling of some sweaty Brit who enjoys staring at twinkly lights like some fruity moth.

In said interview-thing, Clutch vocalist Neil Fallon explains his own list – but being the arrogant arsehole that I am, here’s mine, and then you can follow with your own.

Blood Sugar Sex Magik
Red Hot Chili Peppers (1991)

Odd choice? Not when you consider this band were responsible for getting me into music in the first place, and that this is still a classic album. It’s twenty years old. Fuck.

This album is rammed with classics (“Under The Bridge“, “Give It Away“) and barely a note of filler. It’s hard to underestimate the impact this record had one me, considering I was a musical virgin up until the age of about fourteen. I just didn’t care for it. This changed everything.


Isis (2004)

If Blood Sugar Sex Magik got me into music, then Panopticon undoubtedly got me into metal. The opening riff to “So Did We” is forever burned into my brain, so many times has it been spun. I probably only break it out a couple of times a year now, but it’s enough to satisfy my nostalgic cravings before I go back to spinning whatever new crap is being thrown my way for your pleasure.

This is what metal is for me. Whereas most people cite your Black Sabbaths, your Metallicas, your Iron Maidens and other classic metal bands as their first steps into our murky world, Isis will forever hold pride of place in my musical library.


Slow Riot For New Zerø Kanada
Godspeed You! Black Emperor

Indisputably my favourite piece of music of all time, such is my fervour for this half hour of amazing that I have several times considered getting the cover art tattooed. It means that much to me.

It’s neither prudent nor probably very interesting for me to list all of the reasons that Slow Riot means so much to me, but sufficed to say the emotional connection is only so strong and has remained so because the record is so good. From the beautiful swells of “Moya” to the not-quite-original poem recited by the titular “Blaise Bailey Finnegan III” and into the closing passage, this is perfection for me, and no-one can convince me otherwise.


Jane Doe
Converge (2001)

Jane Doe pretty much blew my mind the first time I heard it. It was another early one in my collection – heavy music-wise – but whereas Panopticon was lush and not that abrasive (really), what is widely considered to be Converge’s opus is loud, caustic and unrelenting. The riffs are meaty like its metal bretheren, but pack the same punch as hardcore without the monotonous drumming I often associate with the genre. I had (and still have) no idea what Jacob Bannon is screaming about half the time, but it really doesn’t matter.


To You The First Star
Eden Maine (2005)

I spent a lot of my early heavy musical life taking recommendations from friends. A Ghost Reveries here. A Miss Machine there. To You The First Star was the first album I explored myself, however.

It’s from one of those bands that barely made any records and broke up far too soon, which makes it all the sweeter. Years after the fact people still beg them to reform like some messianical entity that will save the British metal scene; and it feels like that sometimes. There are some absolutely cracking riffs to be found on this album, and it means that extra something to me because I found it myself. That is the one thing I will thank MySpace for.



– CG

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