16 May 2014
Metallers are po-faced. We don’t really like the idea of a joke, because the joke is often on us. We can laugh [ahem] at Steel Panther because the obvious pastiche of 80s glam rock drips off them as evidently as tequila, sweat and silicon shavings. But at the end of the day, we can just listen to Slayer and remind ourselves that the kernel of heavy metal is serious business, crafted by stocky-legged men hitting the bottom E string really hard and really fast.