THE ULTIMATE metal drinking song, this shotgun blast of twisted harmonics and headbanging adrenaline will have you collapsing in a dizzied frenzy. Mind your pint, though.

AN OPENING heavy gallop settles into a thick, crunching riff as impotence sufferers the world over are given a fresh rush of blood. All together now: 'RIIIIIIISE!'

A burst of red-hot ferocity bubbles beneath a cascade of scathing political commentary. The most pissed off anthem since Tom Araya's blood-splattered cry of 'WAAAARRRRR!'.

WIDELY REGARDED as the band's definitive anthem and with chugging grooves, chilling vocals and a monstrous closing breakdown, this remains a firm set-ending staple.

'Can we still be saved?' cries a lone preacher as unanimous roars of 'hell no!' penetrate an apocalyptic storm of swirling guitars and thunderous low end. Damn...

CAVERNOUS BASS drum blasts usher in gurgled, spoken-word vocals and some of the mightiest riffs since Pantera's 'Great Southern Trendkill'. An overlooked and underrated gem.

TERRIFYING AND utterly relentless in its delivery, this two-minute blast of furious drum bursts and grinding riffs is the sound of the underground's unstoppable rise.

ONLY A valiant effort from riff master Mark Morton assured inclusion for this epic triumph. With creeping, eastern-tinged harmonies providing a vehicle for some soaring vocal structures, the boy done good.

CHOCK FULL of staggered riffs and flurrying double bass blasts, this sonic sledgehammer sees frontman Randy Blythe at his most viciously inaudible.

INCLUDED IN the latest version of 'Guitar Hero', this monster-riffed behemoth signalled new levels of technical proficiency while retaining the band's vehement snarl.

WITH EVERY life lost overseas the quintet's rage built further, prompting one of their most scathing, hate-filled berates to date. It also features a big, fuck off groove.

WITH THEIR Deep South roots shining proudly, this dirt-encrusted piledriver packs so much punch that, when listening to it, 'Officer Dick Head Got A Black Fucking Eye'. Apparently.

NEVER FEELING the need to push beyond third gear, this scornful roar of defiance rumbles along with the force of a dozen armoured tanks. Irony in its most destructive form.

WITH BLYTHE switching to a gruff, whiskey-soaked vocal styling over a Pantera-like groove metal canvas, 'Redneck' presents the band's hard as nails sonic jackhammer as it has never been seen before; earning LOG a Grammy nomination in the process.

IN TYPICAL fashion, this closing credit starts with gentle, string-led melodies before erupting into a fireball of metallic savagery. A staggering end to an equally impressive record.

BEGINNING WITH a horrifying scream, this thrashing curtain-raiser set the pace for what would become a genuine heavy metal masterpiece of devastating proportions.

WITH ALBUM producer and Today Is The Day frontman Steve Austin's deranged yelps piercing the dense, sludge-filled smog, you can practically feel your lungs filling with fear.

A HAUNTING, guitar-led intro kick-starts this slow burning belter, before a percussive fuse detonates with enough crunchy goodness to put Cadbury's out of business.

THE SOUND of falling into Hell. A gentle, eerily peaceful opening builds into a slow and sinister chug; topped by Blythe's spiteful taunt of 'I defy you to continue'.

MOVING AWAY from politics, 'Sacrament''s opening salvo tackles a range of personal demons on a canvas of complex leads and juddering riffs. It is not written about Slough, though.