
My dad used to pick me up from elementary school and would jam AC/DC or Boston. Every once and awhile I think he would want to mellow out so this is what he would throw on. I thought it was the shit. First discernible record that I could remember hearing. I can still jam this album or even Look Sharp.

This is the first album I ever "owned". I was in grade five, and I saw the video for "Zero" on tv and actually couldn't believe that shit (I was 10). On Easter I woke up to an assortment of chocolate and that album awaiting my little paws. Some songs on there were a little intense for my impressionable tiny mind. I still regard this album as my favourite of all time, I still know a vast majority of the lyrics to every song.

The first extreme metal album I owned. My cousin was living with my dad, in 1998 and he asked to look through the CDs I had at the time. Admittedly, I was into nu-metal. So I handed him my CD wallet and he proceeded to call all the bands that I had in there fags. After he told me that Napalm Death would kill every member of Coal Chamber with just their pinky-fingers. I was hesitant at first but later that week I went into a used CD shop and found Fear Emptiness Despair. I hadn't really heard anything like it before. I guess I thought the heaviest jams were Korn. Very very wrong.

It was 2001 and I was an avid death metal fan. Blah blah blah Cannibal Corpse/Morbid Angel/etc. I picked up a copy of Metal Maniacs and it had an article on Converge. I had no idea who the band was, except for that they looked really "normal", dudes didn't look FUKKIN METUHL BRAH. The name just kind of stuck with me, along with the album title of Jane Doe. One night I was headed to a high school dance, and stopped by a record store to check out new stuff that had come in. I only had ten bucks on me at the time, and getting into the dance was seven. I was about to leave when I saw the cover of Jane Doe sticking out of the used section for nine bucks. I ended up spending my money on the thing, and didn't show up to the high school dance all my friends were drunk at. I really have never ever regretted that decision.

There was a time where I hated indie rock. My ridiculous high school years of hating anything without blastbeats/harsh vocals was pretty well-known through my friends. This was all well and fine, until I was browsing some record store with this chick I was hanging with at the time, and they put on the track "Staring at the Sun". Maybe I was just finally discovering that music isn't a one way street of brutality. I asked the guy working who it was, and picked up the album. It was just when TV On The Radio had released it, so I was pretty stoked to be into something that hadn't existed years before so I could get into the band more. I ended up seeing these guys twice, and even if their newer material isn't as rockin', they bring it hard for a bunch of probably very soft spoken gentlemen.