Pantera

Dimebag Darrell's inescapable, mathematically sound groove metal; Phil Anselmo's indignant, and very loud, hatred of people he once trusted, fame, the world -- probably even bunny rabbits, everything -- and, uh, Dimebag Darrell, Dimebag Darrell and Dimebag Darrell! The guy was simply one of the most creative and soul-satisfyingly exciting guitarists that ever lived; check... every song. For some reason, this album is sometimes considered a weaker entry in Pantera's unassailable catalog. That means it still punches people in the face harder than 99.9% of everything else out there, even today.

The world is full of musical extremists, but few of them work those extremes as hard as
Pantera. Combining forces both compelling and repellent, the Texas thrash-metal band's
fourth major-label album seethes with sentiments that are as harsh and grinding as the
music that carries them. Pantera lashes out at cops and criminals, addicts and addiction,
poseurs and punks, the affluent and the underclass with equal venom. Jolting in... More >