BANGERS AND MOSH WITH THY ART IS MURDER
Our own up- and- coming heavy hitters Thy Art Is Murder are taking a leaf out of Matt Preston’s book and turning their fiendish talents to the type of reviews we can all get on board with – food and booze. This issue, Andy “Marshy” Marsh takes the reins i
Greetings earthlings. Today I’m not in the most food friendly of places: I’m in a town called Wichita in Kansas, right in the middle of nowheresville, America. We’re on a day off on our current tour, Summer Slaughter 2014, sharing the bill with Morbid Angel, Dying Fetus, Goatwhore and more. Brutal.
The food has been slim so far this trip, but we’ve upgraded from a van to this rad RV thing called a bandwagon so we’ve started making our own meals on it rather than eating out as much. Today we couldn’t be bothered going grocery shopping nor do I trust the quality of produce I could likely acquire in Wichita, so we decided to head out for lunch.
I’m slowly getting into this Yelp app for helping me find good caffeine and eats while I’m out and about as everyone always has a spot they want to suggest, however my level of taste is not normally satisfied with the recommendation of one’s ( probably intoxicated) memory of their last visit, so Yelp helps. You have to balance out the ratings across how many reviews the place has gotten and do your research into whose accounts are likely fake or biased and who the real foodies are.
Today I Yelped across a 4- star place with seven reviews, which was about as good as I was hoping for in an abandoned portion of a city that has probably been wiped out many times by tornadoes. We walk about a kilometre to a sweet little Mexican husbandand- wife hole- in- the- wall called El Jalisco. The husband worked the cash register while his wife tended to the kitchen to fetch some meals for us and our tour buddies The Faceless, who joined us for lunch today. Being Californian, the guys are really in touch with great, fresh Mexican food and even they seemed impressed.
The small overweight man brought us out some homemade corn chips with this wild hot sauce they’ve concocted in their tiny eatery. Someone yelled out “ZING!” as they had a bite. Sweet tang with a controlled heat that swelled on you over repeat visits. I’m a sucker for tacos so I got the carne asada tacos with shrimp and a pineapple jarritos to quench my thirst. The soft taco is a simple fare, not overpacked as they are in the cheesy rip- off places you find in Australia and other parts of the world. It’s a small tortilla that fits in your hand, some meat and shrimp, some chopped onion and cilantro ( coriander). A sprinkling of cheese and some lime wedges on the side is all you need. The place was legit good and it really set us up to start chasing the dragon as we ended up getting Mexican for dinner around the corner where the Stanton child and I found these bad boys below. Bon appétit, or whatever the Mexicans say. We will be back in Australia this December with Psycroptic, Fit For An Autopsy, Revocation and Disentomb. Come bang your head!