Somewhere, on a dimly lit street in Gravesend, Brooklyn, a wannabe mobster cousin of a genuine made man is getting an overdue beating for staring a little too long at the wrong girl. For this and countless other made-to-order ass kickings, Darediablo has unknowingly provided a soundtrack. The trio‘s thick, voiceless setup of Rhodes, bass, and drums not only rips like the ghost of Booker T channeled through the hands of Tony Iommi, but the band‘s keen mixture of both groove and grit will appeal to hard rockers, metal heads, soul lovers, and perhaps even a hardened thug or two.