Anything Metal Will Do is the first release from the fifty seventh iteration of Fog Wizard. Recorded in Swampscot, MA at Nobscott studios, Fog Wizard, by producing this album, represents everything right with the universe. Loud guitars, louder vocals, a bass player, it's everything you could ever want to hear in a metal album that covers vicious deaths by serial killers, sea creatures, and your local butcher. If you don't believe me (and really you should, c'mon according to the album my name is Evil McDeathington. It screams credibility) take a look at this review!
"Fog Wizard’s new “Anything Metal Will Do” may be just five-songs long, but that’s enough time for this band to run a course from murder to monsters to some more murder and a few points in between. It all raw and rough, but pretty unchained as singer Captain Motherfucker navigates punk, doom, and death elements crammed into E.P.
“Lobo” gets things going on an impressively gruesome note as the band rips through a tale of abuse met with ax-wielding vengeance. Evil McDeathington pops the cork with a bit of bass bashing before drummer Gott der Kettensagen keeps a steady death-march beat over which Darth Drewcifer666 deploys a variety of guitar squeals and screeches. Capt. Motherfucker narrates the story of our psycho Lobo (last spotted in New Hampshire), and sets up a lunatic pace that the rest of the band works around for the remainder of the project.
“Metal Warriors” is more or less ode to Motorhead, with the thrash ’n’ punk approach carried over to “Fear the Kraken,” a bit of monster metal that would sound at home in a Dethklok set.
But before anyone thinks Fog Wizard is just shitting around, the band cranks out the brutal punked-up “Meat is Murder,” a song that says "screw" to preaching and just gets down to the nitty gritty of the shit and blood of slaughterhouse livin’"
-Scott McClennan, New England Metal
Fucking awesome right?
So do yourself a favor, become a Fog Caster by taking the following steps in recreating the Fog Wizard experience at home: first go to your local alcohol purchaser and purchase some of their wares and imbibe in copious quantities, then buy our album in a drunken haze, play loudly enough to bug your parents dead or alive, have a loved one spit fake (or if your want to go all out real) blood on you, walk away a half hour later unsure of exactly what happened. It's that good. And as covered earlier you can trust me.