Zebulon Pike. Behold the Wizard's Fountain. 2007.

No blog about melted faces would be complete without a nod to the lords of Jazzdoom themselves, Zebulon Pike.

I'm going to let you guys in on a little secret. I completely abandoned rock and roll and metal for about 10 solid years. It just wasn't doing it for me anymore. It's hard to admit that now, but I would like to thank the boys in Zeb Pike for allowing me to see the light. They put me back on the path to bowel crushing riffage. They spread the good word through giant Orange amp stacks and down tuned guitars.

These guys are essentially the only local Minneapolis band that I give a flying fuck about, since like...

Prince? Bobby D? Dumpster Juice?