HELLYEAH
HELLYEAH

ahahaha surely not. For anyone who's never heard of this shit before, it's one of those bands connected to the "Panteraverse". Their ENTIRE appeal was an idiot's call to action because Vinnie Paul was in the band, it was full of little Pantera-isms (including the band name) and its MO was a big assertion that Dimebag would have loved it. "Come on bro, you gonna getcha pull here or what? It's a redneck party here!! BLACK TOOTH AMIRITE??!?" But realistically: to anyone outside the Panteraverse, and even to a whole bunch of us that loved Pantera in the 90s, this is just retarded shit for pickled/cooked hillbillies. It's ICP's metal cousin. The music is just z-tier nu-metal, and the lyrics will make your brain pour out your ears. It's not proof that the "spirit of Dime" lives on or whatever. It's only proof that if you're a big enough name to start with, you can self-fund your way onto the summer festival circuit. What this overlooks is that Dimebag Darrell was an insane talent who could write a fucking song. Ya know? HELLYEAH spends so much time trying to recapture that hootin', hollerin', drinkin' spirit that it completely ignores that Dimebag wrote really soulful, sensitive songs like Cemetery Gates, We'll Meet Again, This Love, FLOODS, etc. Where Darrell came across as an artist, these guys seem like dumbshits. 2/5.

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