My Totally Ominous Christmas Wish:

Dear Friends,

Make this happen, and do your "Like"-trigger-happy finger a favor. Go to the Facebook Page, click Like then suggest to friends! And soon we'll all be painting this town, er..rather, country, blood red!

Cheers!
-Rawhide

Black Label Society's Order of The Black - A Re-inspired Zakk is Back!

Zakk is back!!

Indeed. I couldn’t find any more appropriate three words to begin this. For five years I had been growin’ roots in my ass out of snoozfest from anything post- Mafia. Even Zakk’s presence in Ozzy’s band had been of the same serving. But at fuckin’ last, fate throws in the bucket of cold water, and the beast awakens.

It could’ve been one or all factors together. Ozzy’s firing, blood clotting, alcoholism, whatever it is, there must be something that had finally summoned guts of steel to make Zakk finally put all overused stuff aside, and  bring everything ‘back to basic’. A true return to form, I must say.

Before spinning this record, I honestly felt a need to duck in a quasi-cringed manner in anticipation of a salvo of pinch harmonics and wound string vibratos, three repetitions of each for every riff. But God was I surprised to hear all those had been virtually laid to rest. It will not be until the fifth track, Black Sunday, before this record greets you with the standard BLS sound. And, besides being blown away right off the bat by the preceding tracks, it’s not that much of his ‘template’ either. Notice how it starts with a shredfest of insane legatos and howls (reminiscent of those from that Tesla song) before it explodes into the berserkin Sonic Brew fashion.

My personal pick here, Parade of The Dead, should have been placed as the first track in my opinion. It steps away as a typical southern metal song, and even farther from slow sludge that is trademark BLS. Instead, it hits you so fast on all eight cylinders and lets you feel how Zakk and his boys are so damned dead serious in doing this record. The riff is so tailored-fit for his left-right headshakin and hair-whippin’ move. It opens up with.. Exterminate..! A word that’s in the ranks of Mafia lingo makes me wonder how much of the gangster fascination made it again into this record. The first track, Crazy Horse, also as you may observe is the name of that infamous night club of Adriana from The Sopranos. It could be some Neil Young trib, but I can't help but ponder..

Anyhow, it’s a different ride for every track here but every bit is just killer. War of Heaven starts in slow dark devil’s thirds yet it ignites in a bluesy main riff. Godspeed Hellbound, which is another favorite, employs a fast chugging rhythm but one that is unmistakably fast rock n’ roll. Clearly a biker’s anthem. Chupacabra, smart title choice for such brazen display of talent. Zakk really need not prove how fast his pentatonic is, but as always, he would want it delivered raw, with no effects.

The ballads here, which have been making a fuss about how utterly creative this album is, (or how disappointingly lame and anti-climactic, depending on which perspective you’re at) are of all in an assortment of genres. Darkest Days is a soulful piano ballad. Time Waits for No One (child!), is slow classic rock in the likes of early Elton John and Bob Seger. Shallow Grave is a bit American folkish of a piano ballad, and a darn sad one at that. January, is the 80s rock acoustic session touch thrown in for the finale. There is no doubt this record is some serious display of musicianship, undermining all accusations that Zakk is but pure image antics. 

Overall, Order of The Black, in spite of being so diverse and multifarious, is one unabashed BLS smokin' record. It's evident that as much as I hate doing track by track account of songs, it was to be a necessary evil in this case. As well, I had to point out that however liberal and wide-encompassing my usage of the word metal goes, this for me is wickedly heavy rock n roll. One so heavy that it borders to the extreme its almost heavy metal.

So celebrate all you Berserkers old and new, for this one great record that can make us proud to waive the flag high once again: Strength, Determination, Merciless Forever!

Three New Amazing Records to review..

My shitty iPod which almost ended up as trap shooting target for my double barrel has never been this busy.

It's a few songs shy of getting to ten thousand, hundreds of albums lined-up and dragged to my "bite" playlist- a set of potentially good ones, old and new, that I feel I may actually get to like. Well, it will have to wait again. Right now, this dumb old-fashioned disk is in heavy rotation of three relatively new albums. And I hope to get back with decent reviews of them because these bands bark of reputation for kicking serious ass.

Order of The Black, Black Label Society.

Released last August, I only acquired this record recently when I decided to look into their last compilation Skullage (2009) and how much of Mafia (2005) made it into that selection. I got re-acquainted with Fire It Up and Suicide Messiah, one nostalgic fit led to another, eventually making me remember how much I used to fucking love these berserkers.
I figured I should give their latest one a spin..



                                    

Mastermind, Monster Magnet.

Argh!! Can't have enough of this band!

Call him what you will, cheapo Iggy Pop incarnation or Anthony Kiedis drugged dead ringer- Dave Wyndorf is a fuckin' legend. There are but a few lyricists of his caliber, mighty witty and entertaining as hell. Powertrip and Dopes to Infinity remain to be my favorites but it's time for a new one from this pillar of stoner rock. Released last October 25, it has been sending ripples throughout the entire heavy music community since.

DAATH, Dååth.

I can't do the goddamn typeset, so let's just leave it at that. Would be fuckin' cool if I could though.

Most probably the one I am most thrilled about. The heavy metal world, as far as I observe, has never been this fired up about an upcoming record from a relatively new band. Sure everyone went nuts with the release of The Final Frontier and Death Magnetic, but man, Daath is far from being a decade-old band. I will have to go back for another post about how their last record The Concealers totally fucking blew me away. If you don't have that one yet, grab it and just plain marvel at the sheer technical prowess and brutality of the band. Surely that will explain why everyone is this stoked about their new self-titled record released last October 28.

HOMEGROWN: Bloodshedd's Spare No One

Before things get ugly, I would like to first and foremost point out that this entry has nothing to do with that recent Metalsucks Reader's Choice fiasco. Absolutely nothing to do with it I swear. Notice I didn't place the link here and make this a portal to your worst reading nightmare. This draft has been in my shitty laptop since I made my last trip to my good ol' local cd dealer. You heard me right, I buy homegrown stuff. And on that last visit, I came with a list that had Intolerant's Reasons for Unrest and Sin's Audio Summoned Flesh. Thing is, I always buy three from my dealer. So I was, to put it mildly, kind of forced to choose one more.

Regardless of how the more 'technically proficient' heavy musician may rate this, I can label this as one record off my collection that's a surefire trigger of a serious case of bangover. I regret brushing this band off aside when I first saw them live as the final opening act for Arch Enemy last year. Their lead singer, Jojo Book came out screaming "Destroy Heaveeeeen!!" in his full-on spiked leather clothing glory and as much as I was impressed from an image standpoint, I thought, 'what the hell..' 

But even if I wasn't dead-centered on their music that night, their rhythms had since been ripping in my head. That, for me, is something. 

And so I took the shot of getting this record just to complete my unspoken minimum order for that trip to the store, went home, and BAM! Save for the Asian diction still discernible through the growls (which is utterly forgivable as it gives the music a much more un-Caucasian touch) and that Linkin Park-esque techno filler (Time To Change All), there's really nothing to find fault about this near-perfect album. It's one ferocious killer record from start to finish, heavy and mighty brutal without leaving you jaded and wanting to put your feet up for some lighter listening. My most honest observation actually gave me the opposite, even wanting more heavy tunes! Its track after blistering track of technical death but with heavy vestiges of thrash, catered with much modern effects, blindingly fast tandem sweep picks, ultra-sonic blast beats, chainsaw right hand chugging and everything insane in between. That's not even mentioning how they have managed to pull-off some otherworldly stuff thrown in to the pot. Some songs just break into Manila Sound Department style infused jazz, Spanish Guitars, and other bits of which I have no words to describe. Impossible? Hah! Well then get the record and let the beast walk you through it.

While I know most of my readers are from the old school and more accessible flank of heavy music, I can't say I took the time sieving through this album to describe it for them. It wasn't an effort at all, grasping the tracks. And it's proof enough that while I'm from the Daddy Rock genre, I'm truly digging this one.  

From the official Tower of Doom You Tube channel, here's Time For You To Die.

Another teaser for the supposedly upcoming Beast 696 official video, which said September 2010!

Clutch's Blast Tyrant Blasts Big Time!

Here's one band I dig so much but one that's been left unnoticed for decades.

They are, for me, kind of like the Dave Matthews Band of hard rock. They are a no-frills type of band, no bullshit, never gave a dirty rat's ass about image but are real geniuses musically and lyrically. They have gone on relentless touring and have constantly put out one record after another since the early 90's. Sometimes they have even served as opening act for bands with lesser talent and flair. Yet they haven't really left the scene despite the sand dunes of music trends.

Maybe that's why they have forged such an ultimately loyal fan base. And its one that encompasses a wide array of genres, from Classic Rock fanatics to extreme metal practicioners.

Without having to resort to visual imagery or commercial packaging, they have painted a picture of a badass hard rock act through words and music only. By turning a blind eye to bigotry and imperialism, they proved it's alright to be a redneck at this day and age. They even made it cool to wear plain white t-shirts in rock again.



I can waste a year's worth of blog space here if I were to describe their brand of hard rock. And I'm sure as hell I won't even get close to defining their music. I do think though, that they shift along the lines of rock but the 'hues' change from one album to the next in their entire discography, which is one hell of a list by the way.

Blast Tyrant will probably be their most accessible record to date. It is chock-full of hard-hitting rhythms and intelligently woven lyrics, broad-ranging from life beyond the Ol' Mason-Dixon line to political jabs in comedic delivery. I have never been so lyrically amused for a long time.

This is also the record you get out when you throw in slabs of meat on the grill, smash bottles to the wall or just get plain stoned to. Almost every reviewer out there says this is a mix of stoner rock, blues and funk, and I must say to an extent it really is. What amazes me though is how homogeneous that mixture is to my ears. The mood it sets for being stoner music catches up real tight but in no way close to being Monster Magnet, it is funky without bending that much to Chili Peppers yet you can groove (but I won't) pretty fine with it. AND, get this: it is full-on Blues Rock without almost any blues soloing! There's really not much complex blues guitar licks you'd find in here but the songwriting is topnotch. Not even the real 'masters' of blues guitar have thought of taking the music to a level the way Clutch did in this record, riff-wise.

One thing I must add before you get this one is for you to clear a space, not just on your list of greatest rock records ever, but also one from your list of most gifted singers. Neil Fallon's voice may not have that much of  range, but hell, with that kind of power, who needs one in this sort of heavy rock?

Metallica: Français Pour Une Nuit

I seldom talk about Metallica. I reckon they really don't need that much of an attention considering how LARGE an act they are. If I had any urge in the past, it was to write about Death Magnetic. But it came at a very low point in my life. Needless to say, I missed my chance. Also if I were to say anything Metallica-related, chances are it would be bitchin' about how they had failed me in this or that aspect. 

What the hell, I need not do that really, for that would be a total waste of time. Off Metal Hammer TV: Guilty Pleasures - Just Don't Get It, Jamey Jasta of Hatebreed already said it: "anything you say about Metallica bad, it's like pissing in the ocean, it doesn't fucking matter!". 

So clear yourself of any inhibitions, I'm not here to take potshots at them!

An overload of Metallica live videos clearly can't get me stoked enough to have a few more. Cunning Stunts, in hindsight is something to remember with fondness. Even if it has been ridiculed to the max, it was a huge affirmation of a big turning point in the band's history. I have it in my rack, along with their set in the Monsters of Rock in Moscow, Woodstock '99 and some other live clips from the hillbilly-where's-the-handlebar-moustache James Hetfield era. I have none from the present line-up, and I dig Robert Trujillo. Problem is, I already got Ozzy's Live in Budokan, and he's already more than amazing there.

But it's just too hard to ignore the fact that Metallica: Français Pour Une Nuit (French For One Night, is that it?) is one badass almost-medieval metal live dvd. I found it impossible not to get my hands on this one, evidently everything about it tells me it falls into great halls of awesomeness. True enough as it actually took place in the literally awesome halls of a Roman amphitheater! 

Aaah, Metallica. It's no question you disappoint at times but you sure know how to win your fans back!

Shot in the Arena of Nîmes in France with a completely French crew, it's remarkable seeing this almost 2,000 year-old Roman structure ooze with so much electricity as if recreating what took place eons ago. Take note that it's impossible to deliver Creeping Death live, without the 'DIE! DIE! DIE! chant. Come to think of it, centuries ago it must have been that same feel with Gladiators and a huge crowd raising fists and yelling DIE! in whatever Romance language form used at the time. And have I said these Four Horsemen actually entered the arena via the coliseum's gladiator tunnel?

I can cite a hundred reasons but I'm not sure really, as to why I was completely blown away by this live disc. Maybe I was expectin' less, and they came out 'round prepared for this one. Multiple cams, combined with good mixing, well that's a given. Maybe a decent audio set-up got me surprised how tight they played as a four-piece. Close scrutiny tells me how perfect their parts were, how well-executed the thrashing of both guitars was done. Especially in the song Dyer's Eve, which I must say, stands above the rest of their other performances for that night.  Hell, maybe it was the old Roman coliseum and my insatiable thirst for anything and everything bloody in European History that got me into this dvd! 

But the location shot can only get one so far. If I were to single out one factor why I was so snagged by this that it finally got me writing, it would have to be that they played so much from ..And Justice. Which by the way, is my favorite Metallica record. And merits more space and time for me to brag about. But I'm just too damn glad the ..And Justice songs were played in full length, not like the fuckin' medleys they used to do!! The tracklist below shows it, they launched forth with Blackened, and they even played Harvester Of Sorrow! I'm sure there's just four tracks from it, but better that than any other post Black Album stuff. But then I realize there's no better theme for such a location other than what the cover of ..And Justice speaks of. 

You all know the drill. You must have seen a lot of Metallica's live performances, and quite tellingly, you might place them as predictable in a way. Well set this one aside, for it's an entirely different ride. There's just no better way to appreciate the Arena of Nîmes in a rockin' show, unless maybe, you dig Rammstein or Dire Straits.

TRACKLIST

01. Blackened
02. Creeping Death
03. Fuel
04. Harvester of Sorrow
05. Fade to Black
06. Broken, Beat and Scarred
07. Cyanide
08. Sad But True
09. One
10. All Nightmare Long
11. The Day That Never Comes
12. Master of Puppets
13. Dyers Eve
14. Nothing Else Matters
15. Enter Sandman

--Encore--
16. Stone Cold Crazy
17. Motorbreath
18. Seek and Destroy

Mike Portnoy leaves Dream Theater

Seems like it truly is Mi Ultimo Adios to his band of 25 years.. Just a reposting of what has been stirring up every heavy metal news site since this morning. The initial source, his actual goodbye letter, is in his Facebook Page. Again, here it is to save you the hassle. Apologies to hangovered Dream Theater fanboys..

Wednesday September 8th 2010

I am about to write something I never imagined I'd ever write: 

After 25 years, I have decided to leave Dream Theater....

After having had such amazing experiences playing with Hail, Transatlantic and Avenged Sevenfold this past year, I have sadly come to the conclusion that I have recently had more fun and better personal relations with these other projects than I have for a while now in Dream Theater...it's just that I think we are in serious need of a little break..Sadly, in discussing this with the guys, they determined they do not share my feelings...I even offered to do some occasional work...but it was not to be...I wish the guys the best and hope the music and legacy we created together is enjoyed by fans for decades to come...I am proud of every album we made, every song we wrote and every show we played....

I'm sorry to all the disappointed DT fans around the world...I really tried to salvage the situation and make it work...I honestly just wanted a break (not a split)...but happiness cannot be forced, it needs to come from within....

Sadly...

Your fearless ex-leader and drummer,

MP

The best Aerosmith Tribute Record - Not The Same Old Song and Dance.

Before I got to finishing this piece here, my good guitarist friend TJ had me stirred up with some Aerosmith news. From reliable sources, he said the band might be considering to pay us a visit here in Manila. And while I've been recently seeing nothing more than news of internal strife from Blabbermouth, I can't help but hope that there isn't going to be any resurrection of The Joe Perry Project!

Never really cared for tribute albums that much, but I knew I had to score this one the moment I saw the outside back sleeve- an all-star ensemble of my heroes paying homage to one of the greatest hard rock acts ever! 

01 Back In The Saddle (Mark Slaughter, Albert Lee, Rudy Sarzo, Frankie Banali)

02 Rag Doll (Ted Nugent, Tony Frankin, Vinnie Colaiuta, Derek Sherinian)

03 Chip Away At The Stone (Vince Neil, Blues Saraceno, Ricky Philips, Pat Torpey, Paul Taylor)

04 Last Child (Mickey Thomas, Earl Slick, Nathan East, Stephen Ferrone)

05 Sweet Emotion (Jack Blades, Tommy Shaw, Mike Inez, Randy Castillo)

06 Dream On (Ronnie James Dio, Yngwie Malmsteen, Stu Hamm, Greg Bisonette, Paul Taylor)

07 Walk This Way (Fee Waybill, Steve Lukather, Tim Bogert, Tommy Aldridge)

08 Draw The Line (Jeff Keith, Tommy Skeoch, Tony Levin, Eric Singer)

09 Same Old Song and Dance (Jack Russel, Jeff 'Skunk' Baxter, Jeff Pilson, Bobby Blotzer, Edgar Winter)

10 No Surprize (Jani Lane, Chris Holmes, Adrian Perry, Stephen Riley)

11 Toys In The Attic (Stephen Pearcy, Tracii Guns, Phil Soussan, Aynsley Dunbar)

Besides, it was '99, and everything else in the cd rack at the time represented the über nonsensical nü metal that was at its pinnacle. Conservative heavy music was in really low supply back then and I couldn't put to words  how much I wanted to wolf down anything seriously rock n' roll.

Bitchin' aside, my prior grasp of tribute albums entailed different bands doing their versions of songs assigned to each of them, and then later having the tracks compiled to make the record. The formula remains virtually the same up to the present, with some veering in the way of having a single house band type of session musicians all throughout the entire record with only the guest singers varying. This record though will be the first in my collection to host a multiple collaboration-type of cover tunes.

I'll be hard-pressed to find out who pulled the strings to make this happen, no matter how much I despise the business side of music. That's because the contributing artists here are such big names in rock that I failed to resist to do a little background check on Bob Kulick, the man who defied the corporate odds.

Fact 1, he's related to Bruce, and  Fact 2, he had his share of KISStory. 

An outstanding resume of some of the greatest productions in rock and metal doesn't solely define the man who nearly made it to becoming THE Kiss guitarist. With Ace Frehley beating him to the punch in the audition, Bob would later redeem his glory by befriending Paul Stanley and later contributing uncredited guitar tracks in many KISS records. Subsequently, he would also usher in his younger brother Bruce to the Kiss fold. 'Nuff Said.

Going back to the record.. It was a great find for such a dark phase in rock history. Not The Same Old Song & Dance remains to be one of my most played cd's, and its scratched to the innards from frequent playing. It was so great that it inspired me and my erstwhile bandmates and childhood buddies to pick up our cobwebbed instruments and get back to playing in spite of the trends. Not that the trends really mattered to us, it's just that there was no new music to fuel the inspiration.


It must be that we truly did not live the early days of Aerosmith to have that nostalgic fit and not accept any new take on their classics. No disrespect to the band but I can no longer get back to hearing the originals after being used to these new versions of heavier guitars and more complex licks. Kind of like playing Mama Kin after quite some time of imbibing the Gn'R cover. Most of the tracks covered here are from the early days, which means both Joe Perry and Brad Whitford weren't using that much of delicious, crunchy distortion effects. And it's really a break to hear those songs again with a much 'thicker' take.


Only the singing is another matter.. A bit of rearrangement gives a different flavor, but the voice from the second most famous rubber lips in rock can never be duplicated. 

Back in The Saddle remains to be my favorite here. Contrary to what I said above with regard to more distortion, Albert Lee delivered right on spot with only simply overdriven guitars. In fact, you'd mistake it for just being plain clean tone. And to be honest I really don't find Mark Slaughter's singing to be that good either. But this version, I will never trade for any other out there, most especially that one from Bas Bach and Axl Rose! 

Rag Doll kicks ass too, you'll notice Ted Nugent doing both the vocals and guitar parts. For such a hardass I think it's pretty fucking cool of him to pay tribute to the band coz as you may well know, he's not some junior fan. The Old Nuge actually thrived in hard rock glory in the same era that early Aerosmith did. And his playing seems to just get heavy as he grows old, maybe that's why many regard him as a great guitarist despite sticking to basic I-IV-V blues. Other players in his same age bracket are getting the stiff finger syndrome, but he still shoots those licks like a twenty-year old! 

And Ronnie James Dio and Yngwie Malmsteen on Dream On? Such fantastic soul-searing voice and majestic licks to add up to an already regal tune. Outstanding. Chip Away at The Stone introduced me to Blues Saraceno and I've been a fan ever since. We used to break this song apart to find out what's so special about his playing though in the end, his 'expressionism' was what we could only make different. I've got more to say about him but that again, is a tale for another day. 


Steve Lukather doing Walk This Way, Tommy Skeoch, before being kicked out of Tesla is with Jeff Keith on Draw The Line..an almost Damn Yankees take on the song Sweet Emotion with the late, great Randy Castillo.. 


Damn, better grab yourself a copy of this one and get ultimately hard rock on yourself! There's just so much cold beer waiting for me outside to be blogging, so I'll be spinning this instead!


Cheers!

Pantera's 'The Will To Survive' and the 20th Anniversary 'Cowboys Deluxe'.

Yours truly and the very best of my friends are all big, big Pantera fans. How can we afford to be not? Heck, we rode hell and high water during our four years of secondary education with almost all records from those Lone Star thrashers! Anything Pantera, myth or fact, was enough to get us through Piss High.

But damn if my peers ain't hangin around Facebook too much. This must have caught their attention already but just in case they missed this one, here it goes: 

From the Official Pantera Facebook Page: 


We will be premiering the track "The Will To Survive right here on our FB page at Noon EST on 8/30/10. Stay tuned for more details. And check out the packaging for the 3cd Deluxe 20th Anniversary Edition of Cowboys From Hell:

I was practically not stoked when Nirvana put out the then-unreleased track 'You Know You're Right' back in '02. That was supposed to be the treasure from the compilation record they had at the time. Cobain wasn't great, we all know that. He just happened to have executed his disappearance at a perfect time. Needless to say, 'previously unreleased tracks' aren't always cool. Besides, did we really need a new Nirvana song?

But Dime? Dead or not, he will always be celebrated as a metal genius. And we're missin him like hell, ain't we? Now let the wings of gratitude flutter for we can add another song to that fine collection of his works. And if that's not enough, at least with it, they've re-mastered Cowboys From Hell and added some pretty electric live shit with it.

So I'll stream this on the 30th and i'll be literally holding on to my Crescent double barrel, 12 gauge and sparks will fly everywhere in sight I promise you that! 

Long Live Heavy Music - 1st Steamin' Anniversary!

Before I move on to anything stupid, lemme thank Blogger. Thank You. You are so fucking awesome. One inebriated moment had me seriously contemplating I should've chosen Wordpress, but things here are done so dirt cheap, and I get to be paid!!

I know there aren't many of you regularly following this ambitious attempt of a webmag, but I am grateful. As hell. Some of you may be from the upper echelons of the biz, though I am pretty much sure most of you are my damned dearest, most loyal friends.

I sure owe you all lots of explaining big time, as with regard to why I have started doing this. By now, I would have replaced that Inaugural Post link in the Shortcuts widget with this one here. Originally I was to label that previous link as "Often Edited Inaugural Post", so I could, from time to time, add bits and pieces of excuses for changing themes as my archiving progressed. But I guess I'll just make a separate post here as it adds more content, more traffic, more hits, more ad clicks and more people pissed. At least I know by that one last bit, I have come.. victorious!

Death Angel, Arch Enemy, Avenged Sevenfold and Dio. These were the four major bands that had me writing like mad. They played a big part in revving the metal engine in me. I discovered these bands a tad too late in life and still I was forever changed. Because as old school as I am, I never thought that there can still be uncharted grounds, fore and aft, as far as my tastes go. Pardon my ignorance, but we didn't have mp3 downloading back in the day!

I would like to have that same mindset applied to the breed I belong to. The breed who's wary to give that old Appetite CD (or, heaven forbid, cassette tape) it's much needed retirement. It may be the seventh copy for all I care, making up for earlier ones which may have been destroyed, lost, or worse- unreturned. 

I am no Metal Messiah, but by God, I'm gonna herd some metalheads out of their comfort zones.

So now when I meet up with old friends and ask them what they have been playing lately and get 'still the ones we grew up listening to..' for an answer- Man I swear I could've been a tiger in my past life with the way I jump on an opportunity like this.

For starters, I move forward with recommendations. Like hearing A7X brings me back to the old days, fuck the nasal singing and their shitty fashion sense, City Of Evil is quite accessible if you give it a try. I remind them oldies too, that we didn't get to buy Death Angel tapes back in junior high but they were such a lifetime to miss. I stick up for Dio being not just a mere Ozzy replacement, and I show them how Arch Enemy's sound comes close to being a bit Thrash-y.. with a fine pretty blonde bombshell for a growler. 

With luck, I am able to haul some metal asses off to finally get their hands on those basics. And then it gets all the more exciting. I tether them now on to some Lamb of God singles, Dark Tranquillity live shit, Nikki Sixx new talents, 'supergroups' like Chickenfoot, Damnocracy, Roadrunner United.. and bring forth an awareness that both the then-opposing genres of Thrash and Glam are making a feisty comeback.

As my iPod song number counts close to ten thousand, I refuse to sit in solitude, experiencing such amazing records. As if I was in Sunset Strip circa '85, going out and 'handing flyers' became my mission. But the big blockade in this chosen path lies on the reluctance of the old guard to embrace the fact that Nü Metal is dead. You see, that's one big spike in the boot for me. Every time I go on vouching for new material to classic rockers, they always think that 'new' is Nü. 

Sheeet. Can't blame them, really. But I ain't callin' it a day.

So that is how I ended being curled up in this wormhole of a blog. Besides, I never run out of metal thoughts, though recently I have been running low on friends to whine and bitch and curse to.. And I'll be caught dead before doing this through famous social networking sites. Fuck Facebook, and all the political righteous waste of bandwidth!

Since it has been a year already, finally I had surrendered to the idea that I should let my readers in to my metal treasure chest. As a result, I had rolled out a link list of other blogs I read by the sidebar on the right. Shall I lose the few readers I have to them metal gurus, so be it. Pretty damn fine consolation knowing they will be in good hands. Funny thing is, I have my own selfish reasons, but to be included in their blog roll is certainly not one of those. I may be guilty enough to admit what I've been echoing from Blabbermouth, but I don't have the audacity to not acknowledge other sites that keep my metal juices up and running.


So give me this chance to thank as well, them angels (or rather devils) on my shoulders.

Metalsucks, for constantly reminding me that it truly sucks to enjoy Avenged Sevenfold! Vince and Axl, you are true metal geniuses. You guys'll never make it to heaven, that's a fact.  

Metal Odyssey, for the astounding archives of metal album reviews. Thank you, Stone, for such profound advice. I have been trying very hard lately in being 'my own music boss'. I haven't really done my homework by a long shot, but I'm feeling a little improvement!

Bring Back Glam, for your undying cause. You are such a badass, Allyson, for having taken potshots at not truly being able to 'live' the hairmetal salad days,  yet you proved them all that you know the scene better than anyone else who did.  

SkullsNBones Heavy Metal Social Network & Blog, thank you for the community. It's a long and dirty road ahead, but I'm wishing you all the heavy metal luck. Thank you also for this last video in which I'll be wrapping all these shit up.




Lastly, thank you, readers! Takers and haters alike! 


Because as what the mighty Slayer says, 'I deny, defy and spread a little hate wordwide!!"

The Slash incident in Milan and The Ultimate Rock N Roll Badass.

I got into revisiting Clint Eastwood movies as of late, all because Gran Torino was on Star Movies again. And yeah I'm a big fan of Western films you know that. I'm sure I can't go wrong on a marathon of big bore rifles and bad guys being sent to hell before I tuck myself in. With that I wondered, who is the ultimate Hollywood badass??

You then translate that from your mind down to Google and you get loads of garbage. For damn sure Javier Bardem's name is going to make the list, no doubt about that. But other than the funniest line from No Country For Old Men, you get other links too. Man I can't remember if it was Yahoo Answers (again) that dug that crap up but seriously, Vin Diesel? As far as my metal ass knows he ain't one bit of a BA for one second of his fame! 
Well I shouldn't be askin that in the first place. It's Clint Eastwood, no shit. 


You must have seen this coming. Who's the ultimate Rock N Roll badass?? One thing's for certain, it's not Glenn Danzig.

Talk about bad reflexes! On a serious note though, fuck that rap metal dude. Just the name of his band makes me flinch thinking of the thug music they bring. I wish I had more space here to bitch about that. 

Going back to bad reflexes, a few years ago I was browsin on some news of a then-rising Velvet Revolver, I remember reading all of the members enlisting and training for some Kung Fu shit or some other martial arts training. To 'relieve stress', apparently. But with all those lessons and after all that happened before (Dimebag, Lennon), Slash is still kind of slow in his reactions during his Sweet Child solo in Milan. Click here for the full Blabbermouth update. It didn't make that much of a noise, being buried in all the Big Four blow-by-blows at the height of the Sonisphere mayhem. Jump to 1:15 for the rush.

It was cool of Slash to just make fun of it, to just 'air guitar' his way out of awkwardness. I won't take him for a BA really, but I dig his guts confronting Chris Holmes of W.A.S.P. at the Rainbow. That part of his book is just insane.


Now I can't help but share my favorite video, which, well I got from a martial arts mind-conditioning talk, how 'bout that. As a classic example, obviously. I would say that from the way Keith handled and maneuvered his guitar, either he might be King Arthur's descendant or he's really into some serious broadsword training! Look at how he got back to shaking his A, it's like he never missed a single fucking note! Now, that is badass..

If you still can't accede to the fact that Keith has to be in this article, go to the Facebook group 20 Reasons Why Keith Richards is a Fuckin Badass! and know why. Maybe you're too much of a sloth to do that, lemme lay down the list:

A group stating the top twenty reasons why Keith Richards is one of the original bad boys of rock and roll
He:
1. sleeps upside down to prolong his life
2. has snorted his own father's ashes
3. survived falling out of a coconut tree only to get up, board a jet ski, and knock himself out again
4. has told Mick Jagger to fuck off privately and publicly
5. gets his blood changed like the oil in a fucking chevy
6. has been punched out by chuck berry and lived
7. has tried every drug known to man and is living proof that the D.A.R.E. program is a crock of shit
8. cannot be killed by conventional weapons
9. has been rocking for 40+ years
10. has been known to drink, smoke, sing, and play the guitar at the same time
11. once threatened an interviewer by sodomy by bananna
12. casually flicks cigarette butts at his screaming audiences
13. has called Frank Sinatra a motherfucker
14. has had orgies with a mars bar
15. claims drugs aren't his problem, cops are
16. has been arrested 10 times
17. could use his face as a baseball mit
18. kicked Ronnie Wood in the ass for being sober and constantly makes fun of his newfound sobriety
19. was awake for nine days straight( drugged of course). When he finally fell asleep he fell face first onto a amp and broke his nose
20. When the end of the world comes all that will be left is dirt, cher, roaches, and Keith.