I ask you on this dreary Sunday, friends, to revisit the resurrected Checkmate, now known as KING RAGE*, who had previously only teased out a little smidge of explosive face-kicking idol power as part of the reveal of their new form. Then I ask you to please press the play button below, and hold on to your butts:

What the crap! What a neatly dissonant song. I feel oddly moved to turn that guitar riff into my ringtone, the chorus into my kitchen buzzer and those growled-up verses into my morning alarm. Good work, KING RAGE. Now keep doing stuff like that.

*Because it’s all-caps, and because it’s a hilarious name, I know that I’ll always say it aloud as KING RAAAAAGGGGGEEEE