{"id":4269,"date":"2018-09-13T16:15:26","date_gmt":"2018-09-13T20:15:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/?p=4269"},"modified":"2018-10-20T12:39:27","modified_gmt":"2018-10-20T16:39:27","slug":"ministry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/ministry\/","title":{"rendered":"Ministry"},"content":{"rendered":"

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When a band shows us the top of the mountain, we treat them the harshest. Every time we see them, we want them to take us to the top of the mountain one more time. If they can’t or won’t do it again, out come the knives.<\/p>\n

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I was 18, in The Year of our Lord 1990. I heard an incredible noise emanating from an adjacent dorm room. It sounded like evil machines from the future emulating a hardcore metal band. There were drills, and not so much lyrics as threats<\/em>, shrieked at throat-shredding velocity. I was hooked as instantly as if I’d shot it into my veins somehow.<\/p>\n