M.E.H.

On a rare occasion a profoundly unique band comes along and changes the way music is made for years to come. Until that day comes, you’re going to have to settle for M.E.H. and their particular recipe of Crossover Thrash/Death-grind retardation: Take 2 aspiring mental patients from the heart of the bible-belt (Greenville, S.C.) add copious amounts of marijuana, old-school punk, every sub-genre of heavy metal (all 14 billion of them) and blend furiously. Sprinkle with cynicism, twisted social commentary, “dick & fart jokes“ and bizarre sound-bytes.

On a rare occasion a profoundly unique band comes along and changes the way music is made for years to come. Until that day comes, you’re going to have to settle for M.E.H. and their particular recipe of Crossover Thrash/Death-grind retardation: Take 2 aspiring mental patients from the heart of the bible-belt (Greenville, S.C.) add copious amounts of marijuana, old-school punk, every sub-genre of heavy metal (all 14 billion of them) and blend furiously. Sprinkle with cynicism, twisted social commentary, “dick & fart jokes“ and bizarre sound-bytes.

Consume at maximum volume in a church parking lot while swilling warm Colt 45. Love them, hate them, be indifferent towards them. Either way, it’s damn hard not to laugh at songs like “You’re Old, Congratulations!”. A song containing the best use of a Wilford Brimley sample…EVER! With their constantly expanding catalog of material that ranges from noisy grindcore to downright catchy hard rock, M.E.H. is almost certain to satisfy even the most picky of basement-bound internet nerds. Ok, that’s a lie, there’s no pleasing those people.

But elitists be damned, M.E.H. is going to either make you laugh your ass off or bang your head. It’s ultimately your choice, but you’ll probably wind-up doing both. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License and may also be available under the GNU FDL..