Nothing says metal more than the color black, and there is no band more blacked-out than Midnight, Cleveland's pentagram-in-the-rough. Clad in darkness from their shoes to matching beekeeper masks, the trio spits out ferocious metal jams that walk a drunken line between thrash and '70s arena boogie. Headmaster-bassist Jamie (formerly of Boulder, Destructor) shouts out stories of booze, chicks, and rocking hard. The soloing is as fierce as a Viking swordsman, and they move so fast you'd swear Sean Filley's guitar was whacked out on speed. Put that Interpol record down, kid -- this is your future.