By request, may I present the last gasp from the sorely underrated Godheadsilo. If you know the band, and I will assume most of you do, then...well, enough said, right?
If you don't know the band, I suppose I could tell you that it's a bass and drum duo from Olympia, Washington via Fargo, North Dakota who played some of the loudest, dirtiest, white noise metal ever. In the history of the world. Like, since dinosaurs. For example, a triceratops farts, and that's totally heavy, and gnarly in a prehistoric way, but then fast forward a couple million years (unless you're a Creationist, and in that case please turn of your computer immediately, proceed towards the nearest oven, turn it on, and stick your head inside) when Mike Kunka and Dan Haugh piece together a gigantic kick drum, a wall of speaker cabinets, and a library of distortion pedals to belch out their own Paleozoic ooze, and I think they win. Dude, your grand children's, grand children's, grandchildren will be driving hover cars that run on decomposed Godheadsilo fossils (because, you know, petroleum kinda comes from dinosaur bones, and I made that T-Rex fart reference a minute ago...and...am I drunk?)