Hey the above image is totally poached from those awesomes at Metal Inquisition (blogspot what). That rotten Sergeant D -- if that is your real name -- hurt my feewings with his disgraceful slagging of Hate Eternal but almost preternaturally knew how to balm the wound: Huge fucking Queensryche back tattoo guy. Geez look at that their faces and everything.
Like many, I think the sun shines out Operation: Mindcrime's ass but is it justifiable to ink Chris DeGarmo/Jamie Lee Curtis and Lil' Geoff Tate on your shit like that? I'm kinda ashamed to know the "Breaking The Silence" solo and this cat is shoving 'Ryche all up in everybody's face at the beach, arena parking lots, doctor's office, gym shower. It's like a backpatch that never fades. And which is rendered invisible by clothing. Huh. In some ways, me and that Huge fucking Queensryche back tattoo guy are very different people.