Let's be honest, thrash sucks. The genre is homogeneous blend of tired ideas and 20 year-olds who think battle jackets are still cool. With that said, every so often an album comes along that kicks your dick in a special kind of way that is entirely unique to thrash. And let me say, my dick is properly kicked. Volatile Beings has oodles of NWoBHMisms, mid-tempo chugs, and face-melting solos that are sure to have you defying the power and hating your parents like you're fifteen again. Get it now.