Obviously, one of the great things about living in L.A. is getting in on the ground floor of a good band. Unfortunately, they’re usually some kind of hipster nonsense that I can’t summon the juice for (hello, everything-released-by-Dim-Mak). Not so with Iron of Odra. Seriously, how can you not like a band that says it sounds like “The Crumbling Ruins of a Forgotten Empire?” And if you’ve spent any time at Barbara’s at the Brewery, you’ve probably been poured a stiff drink by IoO’er Mike Hanne. Next time you’re there, leave him a fat tip in appreciation for bringing some homegrown heaviness back to L.A.’s wimpified music scene.