Blast Tyrant

Monday: The co-worker offers me the chance to listen to the new Clutch CD. Mired in unnecessary code inspection, I passed. Later that night, The Doug calls me to extoll “Blast Tyrant”.

Tuesday: I ask the co-worker if he has the CD with him. He did. I listened. For the most part, typical Clutch. That’s a good thing.

Today: For the most part, typical Clutch. But–dare I say?–the best Clutch yet.

Tonight: Buying tickets for the May 8th Clutch show at 930 in DC. The Bakerton Group opens (that’s Clutch sans Neil Fallon). It’s on.