Despite the never-ending apocalypse that has consumed the music industry, record labels seem to be as multitudinous as ever. Sure, some of the flagship indies have died off – cough, Touch and Go, cough – but they’ve been replaced by a fleet of champing-at-the-bit music lovers and/or entrepreneurs who are happy to do the steering. Continue reading
The latest installment in a series of “postcards” from bands on the edge comes courtesy one Branden Daniel and his chicks. Stet that: Chics. Continue reading
So you think you know the Jesus Lizard, eh? Test your knowledge of the band and its history with this thoroughly trivial pursuit. Continue reading
If Rebuses like the one above don’t ring any bells, your childhood was/is sorely lacking. In the spirit of juvenalia, here’s a different take on the game, designed for rock nerds. Continue reading
Twenty extreme-metal bands. One puzzle. All you need is your sword (pencil) and shield (eraser). Continue reading
Here’s the first Bad Penny installment in an artist-centric series in which musicians pass along objects of importance – or unimportance – and, in particularly fortuitous situations, dish a little about them too. Continue reading
Bad habits come in all shapes and sizes, but Salme Dahlstrom’s might explain why she’s as hyper as she can be at times, like in this picture. Continue reading
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
