There’s something eternally inspirational about pirates, and the life of wanton debauchery, drunkenness, and lawlessness that they purportedly led while plaguing the Spanish Main in the late seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. I mean, who hasn’t thought about taking what they earned with their blood, sweat, and tears back from the idle rich with cannon blazing and blades flashing in the fading light of sunset.
Admittedly, said fantasy usually plays out after riding ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ in the Magic Kingdom for the fifth time having previously consumed more rum than is strictly beneficial for the wellbeing of any human being in Trader Sam’s, and while it’s true that I’ve yet to meet anyone who has had the same daydream, I refuse to believe that I’m the only history geek who has longed to sail the seven seas with nary a care in the world save for grog and (other folks) gold.
And now I have the proof that I need in Rust & Glory, the fifth album from acoustic pirate metal stalwarts and all round good eggs The Dread Crew of Oddwood, that I’m not the only thrice damned soul who loses himself in pirate revenge fantasies. The Dread Crew’s folk-fueled, acoustic thrash is ridiculously catchy, and insanely funny, and if you don’t want to dance a hearty, mosh-heavy jig and drink your body weight in rum while listening to these scallywags, then you’ve almost certainly already met your demise in Davy Jones locker. I always wanted to be a pirate, and thanks to the Dread Crew I can be, and from now on I intend to drink, drink, and drink some more and while my time away singing along with Rust & Glory…Tim Cundle
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