IMPELLITTER! GESUNDHEIT...
Ludicrous speed. Mel Brooks hit on it in Spaceballs without ever realizing that he had summed up a whole generation of heavy metal. Songs, melody, stuff like that—can a band really function successfully at. . . ludicrous speed? Or, more to the point here, can a guitarist really say anything more than “look at me” whilst frantically diddling away?
November 2, 1988