
We have always been a Bolt Thrower family. Many of our happiest, most memorable times have been spent listening to their music. Whether it was me soothing my son on his first trip to the dentist by playing him all of âIn Battle There Is No Lawâ or my wife and I making the long car trips from Atlanta to Minnesota go by quicker by singing âCenotaphâ with them, Bolt Thrower have almost been like relatives.  This is why, on my daughter Jo-Anne Bench Spillettâs sixth birthday, weâd like to hire Bolt Thrower to play the party.
However, as you probably have figured out, hiring a death metal band to fly from England to Atlanta to play can be expensive. My wife and I talked about how to make it happen financially, but short of working nine more jobs and selling the platinum grill I had made during my briefâŠ