It’s Wednesday, September 9, 2009. Or, better put, “9.9.09.” Some 3 years, 3 months and 3 days ago, metalheads were having a collective kanipshin over 6.6.06, terrorizing their neighbors’ pets and carving satanic shit into their skin.
So how did the gritty falsetto belter behind 3 Inches of Blood bide his time that day? Scouting the Shire, perhaps. Or maybe slaying some dragons.
Welcome to the imaginarium of Dr. Pipes.
Jason Drake is having a hard time concentrating.
It’s late July 2009, and he’s chatting with me on his cell from a Whole Foods parking lot somewhere in L.A. Continue reading
Contrary to what ProTools fanatics might tell you, visionaries are hard to come by these days. During an era in which it’s incumbent upon artists to market and promote themselves. During an era in which selling out has become something of a moot point. Continue reading
Baltimore officials call it the “Greatest City in America.”
Some residents think otherwise.
Cougar want to be clear: In choosing their moniker, the last thing the Midwestern instrumentalists wanted was for people to think of older divorcées hunting for young men. Continue reading
An ongoing series in which musicians reveal the artists they’d most like to hear covering their songs. Continue reading
The man who pounds the kit for one of the best-known death-metal bands in the world isn’t an angry dude. He’s not even tense. In fact, he’s so mellow at times that you might be tempted to take his pulse. Continue reading
Anagrams. Man a rag, you say? Cool, then we’re on the same page. Continue reading
There is horror cinema. And then there is splatter cinema.
There is drug use. And then there is drug addiction.
There is heavy metal. And then there is extreme metal. Continue reading
They say if you remember the ’60s, you weren’t really there. Well, the opposite can be said for straightedge punk in the ’90s: After all, if you were trooly into hardcore, you were cold sober the whole time. Continue reading
The Bad Penny (beta) 