It’s like Shallow Grave meets the The Walton’s with the musical element of The Jungle Book.

How do you brutally murder 42 mouthy and unruly teenagers in a film and not cause the biggest public outcry since the Rodney King?

Basically you were nothing in the Metal world until you’d played the Hammy Odeon.

I can guarantee that the person seated at the next restaurant table doesn’t really want to listen your banal drawl throughout the course of their meal.

I think someone once said, “Don’t Believe The Hype”