That damn techno junk. I welcome the day when our young'ns want to hear some Pantera, Metallica, Sabbath, and Led Zep in warm-ups. This is why we get our ***** handed to us in fights. Too much lovey-dovey bouncy music; not enough soulful, face-melting, and sometimes angry music. \m/
That damn techno junk. I welcome the day when our young'ns want to hear some Pantera, Metallica, Sabbath, and Led Zep in warm-ups. This is why we get our ***** handed to us in fights. Too much lovey-dovey bouncy music; not enough soulful, face-melting, and sometimes angry music. \m/
The Kings play Metallica's "Enter Sandman" before every overtime (except for once they played Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" I don't know who the hell thought that was a good idea).
And they also play "Master of Puppets" usually late in the third period for a face-off.
Ozzy's "Crazy Train" gets a video backdrop between the first and second periods.
The Kings play Metallica's "Enter Sandman" before every overtime (except for once they played Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" I don't know who the hell thought that was a good idea).
And they also play "Master of Puppets" usually late in the third period for a face-off.
Ozzy's "Crazy Train" gets a video backdrop between the first and second periods.
Yeah they play the occasional tune here or there. It's LA, we're gonna hear that electronic music nonsense during play breaks anyway. We don't need it during warmups! PLEASE GOD NO MORE!
That damn techno junk. I welcome the day when our young'ns want to hear some Pantera, Metallica, Sabbath, and Led Zep in warm-ups. This is why we get our ***** handed to us in fights. Too much lovey-dovey bouncy music; not enough soulful, face-melting, and sometimes angry music. \m/
Needs more Volbeat's "A Warriors Call" If you can't get up to play a hockey game after listening to that song there is seriously something wrong with you.
That damn techno junk. I welcome the day when our young'ns want to hear some Pantera, Metallica, Sabbath, and Led Zep in warm-ups. This is why we get our ***** handed to us in fights. Too much lovey-dovey bouncy music; not enough soulful, face-melting, and sometimes angry music. \m/