I like to think of myself as being somewhat well-versed on metal and its history. But there are limits to anyone's capacity for knowledge, and when it comes to metal, mine is a mile wide and an inch deep.
Generally speaking, I'm an equal opportunity employer when it comes investigating creepy supernatural thrillers, even if said pelicula contains the dreaded "long haired girl" popping in and out of the shadows.
A group of twenty-somethings party it up in New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Heading home for the night they happen across a man in a hospital robe in the middle of the road. Swerving to avoid him they careen off the road and slam headfirst into a tree. Shaken and banged up, the group of friends mill about aimlessly as they ponder what to do.