The first in a series of four EPs from legendary grindcore act Agoraphobic Nosebleed, Arc is a three track release that comes in at twenty-seven minutes long. It’s also bloody good.
Milk Teeth – Vile Child
Every now and then an album comes along that just hits a chord. It feels like it is made for you. Which actually makes it hard to review. It’s difficult talking about things you love, particularly if you are trying to avoid sounding like you have your face buried up their arse. So say hello to Milk Teeth, my (and hopefully your) favourite new band.
Anselmo
I’m a bit behind the rest of the world but today I figured I’d throw my two pence into the whole Phil Anselmo debate. When I say debate, what I really mean is I am going to agree with everyone else. YES, Pantera are one of the greatest bands of all time. YES, Anselmo was a big part of that. YES, he has since gone on to be in some other brilliant bands. YES, he is also a massive racist cunt.
Panic! At the Disco – The Death of a Bachelor
There are a million albums out there that I don’t like or in which I take absolutely no interest. The number that I actively hate is a lot smaller. It takes something special to make me despise a band and the music that they create. Panic! At the Disco have pulled that off with Death of a Bachelor. Even more impressively, they’ve pulled it off while getting me to like some of the songs.
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Weatherstate – Dumbstruck
Weatherstate is what happens when you merge pop-punk fuelled lyrics with garage rock and then chuck in a bit of Weezer. I’m sure I could come up with a fancy name for that but I think I’ll just stick to describing their latest EP, Dumbstruck, as punk rock. I’ll also throw in that is a combination that you need in your ears.
Where Next?
There is an unsettling feeling in the air right now, rock and metal heroes seem to be dropping like flies and for the first time, we are about to see an enforced changing of the guards. In the last few months, we have lost Lemmy, Scott Weiland, David Bowie and now today the sad news of Glenn Frey of Eagles fame. We are reaching an age where the rock and roll bands of yesteryear are getting old and their members are passing away. So the question is, what next?
David Bowie and Searching for Heroes
If I am being perfectly honest, I can’t call myself a David Bowie fan. The sole Bowie album in my collection is a Greatest Hits compilation and while it is a pretty comprehensive one, I doubt it does him justice. However, love of his music or not, I had a lot of respect for the man and while I may not have had the personal reaction to his passing that I did to someone like Lemmy, it was still a sad day for music.
Guns N’ Roses
The first time I heard the stomp of ‘Paradise City’ was the moment I thought this rock and roll stuff might be for me. It was a long walk round to cementing that opinion, with a little detour through emo, but it turned out to be a good assumption and the rest of my life was shaped. Yet, for the last few years, I have not given a shit about Guns ‘N’ Roses. I have no time for Axl’s crap and while I still listen to the music, Chinese Democracy being the obvious exception because who can be arsed, the idea of them as a live entity held nothing for me. Because again, who can be arsed?
Top 20 Albums of the Year
Today I am going to tell you my top twenty albums of the year, but before I get to that I think it would be remiss of me to not mention the death of Lemmy Kilmister. There are going to be a thousand people writing a thousand words about Lemmy over the next few days. Most of whom are in a better place to do so than me. However, for my two pence, the man was rock and roll. Few have lived as fast and as loud as Lemmy and none of them have done it until the age of 70. His blend of punk rock attitude with rock and roll has been influential on everyone who likes to play loud and he will he be missed. In tribute today, I suggest you play your music a lot louder and live life just that little bit wilder. Anyway, on with the show.
Gnarwolves
Telling a story is always hard. Sometimes you need a million words, lovingly crafted into a tale of beauty. Then again, sometimes you just need eight minutes worth of punk rock.
Ramblings About Wrestling 