I don't like being the one to break this to everybody partially because it exposes me as a follower of Marty Friedman minutiae. But it pains me even more because Friedman and Alex Skolnick, his counterpart in Testament, are my favorite Metal lead guitarists ever, but here goes: Holy shit they are both looking like a couple of broads these days. First, I am a degenerate watcher of Testament live footage so I basically shit myself to see Skolnick rocking about three hours of flat-iron work; mere days later, we find that Friedman's new all-Japanese covers album shows a half-Gackt/half-Paul Stanley aerobics instructor from the southside of Chicago in 1986 (above). It makes you nostalgic for the crimping.  

No comments: