Grimy and Dirty, Why I Love He Is Legend

Heavy and dirty. That’s how I describe North Carolina’s He Is Legend, a band I’ve been listening to for, sheesh, around seventeen years at this point. Whenever I hear them, I either think about a hot, dirt driven festival tent with the heat from all of the attendees packed underneath the tarp causing condensation on the ceiling and that sweaty mess dripping, periodically down onto my head, causing me to question whether what I feel is my actual sweat or the accumulation of sweat from countless others around me. Or, I think about a dingy club, filled to capacity with bodies in front of the stage, the odor, heat, and sweat mingling together into a sticky, sweet essence that feels like it won’t wash off for days, no matter how hard you try.

A couple of weeks ago, He Is Legend dropped the first two songs from their upcoming album, Endless Hallway. Everyday since then, I have listened to “The Prowler” and “Lifeless Lemonade” at least once each day. There’s something about this band, a band that I didn’t initially like, that keeps me coming back, over and over again. I’m addicted to the grimy feel, the guttural screams, the bone rattling bass, and the Southern tinges that make up He Is Legend’s discography. In preparation for Endless Hallway, which drops, coincidentally on my birthday, I want to highlight some of my favorite He Is Legend songs, hopefully leading you to go give…