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Descending from the highest heavens, erupting through ground from the exact center of the Earth, effortlessly bending the immutable laws of space and time to attack your senses from infinite angles, remorselessly and repeatedly violating all grammatical common sense to construct the most dramatic sentence EVER, it’s King Hell!—the two-headed musical monster that weighs a ton, sweats up a thunderstorm and still tastes god damn delicious. With dual, dynamo front-men, epic guitar and bass and drums tighter than Sean Hannity’s butthole at a gay pride parade, King Hell’s music and live show come with a money-back guarantee to tear the roof off the joint, burn the house down, and other compelling idioms. King Hell’s musical message is simple: it’s the hooks, stupid. Too much of today’s heavy music feels lazy and forgettable, bogged down in sludgy, detuned guitars and screaming so overwrought you’d think the perpetrator grew up in Darfur (instead of the suburbs). King Hell’s strong-armed songs pull the genre out of the mire, with four-star vocal melodies, gorgeously chiseled riffs and undeniable rhythms. And their sound is their own. Drawing from influences as diverse as Metallica to funk pioneers The Meters, King Hell synthesizes distinct musical molecules into a devastatingly addictive new chemistry: “rhythm and bruise” heavy metal. They even draw from Bach, but everybody says that. Formed in the summer of 2006, King Hell have crisscrossed the country, addicting legions wi