I think I often forget the simplest of reasons why I enjoy metal. As I get older, I find myself tracing back my roots and revisiting albums that I loved, all in an attempt to re-evaluate what it is I expect out of the genre and the standards I’ve set up. With the bleak void that is black metal to the enveloping sorrow that typically accompanies death metal, I’ve come to love bands in those genres, all the while appreciating their sound as an art form separate from the core sound the genre started from. On the opposite side of the spectrum, it was last Friday night when Battle Beast took to the stage that I remembered what it was like to hear metal that aimed to be fun rather than evil. The band no doubt take their...

