Himsa Unleash Fury On Unsuspecting Nation

Here's an article posted on Seattle Weekly on Himsa:

On my signal, unleash hell." You know that one. Russell Crowe growls it in that Oscar-winning Australian-Roman accent before many a punk-ass infantryman gets run through in Gladiator. The catchphrase doubles as the voice mail of Himsa's black-hooded "whisperer/screamer" Johnny Pettibone, which poses a few intriguing Psych 101 questions: Is the frontman metaphorically trumpeting his own calling to lead his metalcore quintet to "war"? Is Pettibone an admirer of obscenely talented assholes, or perhaps one himself? Most curious of all: Why is the author of this feature pathologically obsessed with how the poor guy chooses to employ his answering service?

My answer is probably as simple as Pettibone's: I called him for an interview three weeks ago and wound up doing the loop-de-loop in Maximus voice-mail hell. Not like he didn't have a good excuse—Himsa's bus crapped out in South Carolina and weary-but-accommodating bassist Derek Harn was the only longhair not completely crashed out in a cheap motel. Actually, the conversational musical chairs were appropriate in more ways than one. Harn was the only man in the room who had been there from the beginning, co-founder of a beloved local outfit that has already seen 13 members in just six years.

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Source: Seattle Weekly