The Mid-Eighties Crossover / Thrash phenomena has always been a favorite of mine - I'm not afraid to admit that. As a culture-locked teenaged skate-punk growing up in mid-Michigan in those days (I think I've mentioned that before), those bands just spoke wholeheartedly to me.
For me, bands like Beowülf fueled many a heated session, or a long late-night road trip to infiltrate spots in cities far away. While they may have been overshadowed by the infamy that was garnered upon that "other" band from Venice, these guys slung a mean vato-loco thrash-style somewhat akin to the likes of, say, Motörhead meets Discharge, but definitely with that "gangsta flava" that Venice Beach is famous for.