Horse The Band
The Mechanical Hand

It is the first afternoon I spend with my new friends and we've roamed around quite a bit, so much so that, being the tired ones we are, we've sat down to rest at the Korova Tea Peach Bar, a place of worship among the riffraff but I had never set foot in there before. After placing the old butt on the nice sofa, we get something to drink and you know, friends... what a delight the cold peach tea is, it really quenches your thirst quite well. And while we were sprawled on that comfortable armchair, the Man with the CDs inserts a disc into the stereo. "I wonder what kind of music they usually play in this bar..." I thought.

Just a few seconds pass and I find myself taken aback. What a strange thing. An explosive mix of Death Metal, Hardcore, and a Nintendo-like Electronica that reminds me so much of when I used to play Super Mario. Curious, I ask the Man with the CDs whose album it is. "It's Horse The Band, aren't they great?" "Wow! So original." I replied. "Eheheh, this The Mechanical Hand is a blast." The disc continues to play and here and there it also shows some sprinkles of Emocore(???) and riffing that so much refers to Metalcore. It can also be seen that Horse The Band certainly don't lack technique, in particular, I am impressed by the drummer and bassist. Friend #2 says to me: "What is this stuff? Geez, let's go steal pies from the windowsill, I'm starving." At which I get pissed and give him a whack on the package to which he, inevitably, reacts by grumbling. "How can you not appreciate the subtle emotionality of Heroes Die or the exquisite rage of A Million Exploding Suns?" But what's the point, Friend #2 has always been closed-minded.

We have now reached the thirteenth track that beautifully closes the album. Now that we are all rested, entertained, and some, unfortunately, shaken, we are preparing for a great evening.