Biography

“If you dig serious characters plyin’ two-ton slabbage with technical precision, then brother, head Midwest. ” – Sleazegrinder.com

A lot of ink is spent extrapolating (and caressing, and gentling suckling, ad nauseum) the virtue of today’s big riff – a whole genre of bands trying to out-Sabbath the next, each of them missing the mark, and worse – missing the point. What good is your goddamn unnecessarily heavy riff if all those who hear it have erased it from memory five minutes later? Why haven’t any current bands stepped up their game enough to appease the strippers of America, the girls forced to dance to Nickelback because everything on the radio sucks, “but at least it’s heavy?” Are we really scraping this low? Has it really come to this?

Before you eat the barrel, witness a band like Indianapolis, Indiana’s Devil to Pay effortlessly crushing skulls while simultaneously coaxing them to sing along. The difference really sinks in – the band has great riffs but most importantly, they have great songs. And that, my friend, is what makes all the difference and separates the great bands from the also-rans. You can once again rejoice in those infernal hymns, those bowel-churningly low notes waking your ass right up and making you take notice: this shit’s for real, holmes!

Like fine Kentucky bourbon, Devil to Pay has distilled a culmination of eight years of sweat, highway miles, cigarette smoke and hangovers into 13 crushing compositions that comprise its third album, “HEAVILY EVER AFTER.”

With “HEAVILY EVER AFTER,” the band has truly hit its stride, made a major statement – its pièce de résistance – and established itself as the go-to band for those searching out more than just a few heavy riffs.

- MR. STEAK 2010