'One of The Greatest Rock Albums Ever. If you don't LOVE it, then consider yourself a (expletive deleted) idiot.' -Haig Demarjian, writer/producer of DIE YOU ZOMBIE BASTARDS! 'The dubious marriage of punk and metal has produced some of the most horrid music to ever be inflicted upon human ears. But the few bands that get it right tend to really get it right. I mean, come on: f***ing Turbonegro! I put The Bags in the same category. If Mount Rockmore fails to fill you with delight, if it does not quickly compel you to jack up your volume knob to neighbor-enraging decibels, I've got to wonder if you're really capable of enjoying good music. Of course we're talking about the Boston Bags - famed for their late '80s/early '90s output and their considerable influence on Beantown punk-metal. They were broken up for a long time. Well, they're back. Mount Rockmore is their second post-reunion album, and it's just f***ing great. Welding the thunder rock stylings of Sabbath, Motorhead, KISS, Dio, the Nuge, and Spinal Tap to the hard-slamming aggression of old school punk, this album has me banging my head and hoisting the horned-hand from start to finish. And while these guys have a great sense of humor and quite a flair for the comedic aspects of operatic metal, there's nothing ironic about their commitment to rocking out. They genuinely love this music and play the hell out of it! Full of bonecrushing riffs, pummeling drum work, and kick-ass guitar shredding of the first order, this is the kind of record that would have had me drooling in awe when I was 12. The trio's playing is tight and powerful; the songs are punchy and surprisingly hooky. I can just imagine Butt-Head telling Beavis, 'This is the greatest album in the history of albums.' Humorously rehashing medieval rock themes of epic quests and fantastical adventures, Mount Rockmore suggests what Tenacious D might be if they weren't a joke band. Except The Bags are funnier. 'She Loves Cold Tongue' is about a girl whose interest in exotic foods is limited to one delicacy, while 'Banana Peel' is about the grave dangers of, uh, a banana peel. Surely The Bags are the only band I know of that are singing songs about Mongolian she-devils, killer ticks, and green maidens with sinister hypnotic powers. The title track is the sort of grand manifesto you rarely hear in today's rock: With Sherpas for roadies/ We ascend and take the stage/ And hail the gathered multitudes below With the strength of the Saquatch/ The widsom of the sage/ We unleash an avalanche of rock and roll! Is there really anything more that needs to be said?' -Lord Rutledge, NOW WAVE WEB-ZINE Recorded and mixed by Carl Plaster and Devin Charette at Mad Oak, Allston, MA, 2006-2007. Complete lyrics included.