Happy Birthday, Blossom! 2 years ago, the debut album of Frank Carter and the Rattlesnakes was released.
I remember picking up the Rotten EP a bit before this came out. I was ecstatic because Frank Carter was back and harder, similar to the British Punk sound that I fell in love with in Gallows. Don’t get me wrong, Pure Love is very good in it’s own right, but this is what I wanted. I had only three (four if you count Loss) songs to whet my appetite for what was to come in 3 months. Then they did it. They exceeded my expectations with this one.
I’ve listened to this album countless times and I would dare say it’s one of the most therapeutic ones to me in my collection. In some of my most trying times, I can queue this one up and be centered. I might be in trouble. I might have lost everything and there’s just no hope. Yeah, it’s fucking lonely. Yeah, we all die, too. However, I am unstoppable. I am a burning star. You are not a god. You are useless and you are nothing to me.
Since I don’t have anything physical from Blossom (thanks digital age), swipe through for a few pics from when I saw these guys tear it up last April in Jacksonville.