Of course, he knows fucking everything
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Britain was once a shining empire. Now, it’s a grim, neon-glowing jungle where you can buy baked beans over the counter at a restaurant. For fun. People gawk at CRADLE OF FILTH and wonder “why.” Perhaps the same Britons ought to stare at themselves in the mirror and come up with a worthy reason for shovelling tomato-infused misery down their throats as a leisure activity.
Steve Hughes: “It’s the beginning of the Satanic new world order” and it ain’t pretty
Remember that kid getting scolded by his father for watching Megadeth when he wanted to see the News? Well, this IS the news, according to man of quick-silver wit and rivet head, Steve Hughes. Die-hard Metallica fans might want to grab a tissue for this one…
Soundwave ‘13 - REVIEWED
Yeah, I wrote a whole bunch of words and even formed them into sentences reviewing Soundwave Melbourne and a couple-few sidewaves. Read, thrash, grind, etc.
Periphery w/ Crossfaith at The Esplanade Hotel (Metal As Fuck)
Gallows w/ Shai Hulud at The Corner Hotel (Metal As Fuck)
Anthrax w/ Fozzy & This Is Hell at The Hi-Fi Bar (Metal As Fuck)
Melbourne Soundwave 2013 review
In hip Gen Y heartland Flemington (well, maybe in the bowels of one’s heartland) the transition of metal and punk cornered into tearing up dingy graffiti-trashed clubs to the mainstream is complete. The working-class rebellion is over.
The two-pronged attack from political correctness and economic rationalism starved the subculture of oxygen, corralling it into libidinous day-long expressions instead of steadfast lifestyle commitments — ‘til death or follicular necrosis. Mohawked metalheads sip lattes in cramped wood-panelled cafes incongruously named “Pepper” and “Monkey Tricycle” alongside urban professionals and retired graphic designers. Smartphones replace zippo lighters as rock show accoutrement du jour. The Big Day Out, as Andrew noted in his Brisbane review is no longer the heavy fans’ festival.
What’s with the god damn weather in this town?
Good question. Humidity feels like wading through barrels full of heat accelerant. Is it like dwelling inside an aerosol can, or something? Why does humidity feel like the sun is drawing nearer? Why did I think wearing pants was a good choice? It was so hot inside the Corner Hotel, a fine haze could be seen through lights. Red curtains cordoned off approximately half of the modestly sized pub backroom for this Gallows show. Keep in mind they were up against nostalgia ticklers Blink 182, Kyuss Lives and Garbage. Not that Soundwave is a popularity contest. Although if it truly wasn’t, every band would have equal time allotted to them and they’d play in alphabetical order.
On the first day of Soundwave Mr. AJ gave to me, djents at a thousand dB…
Melbourne trudged along to Monday, feet grudgingly shuffling toward metal’s coveted prize, the Soundwave Festival four more working days hence. The skies were painted grey, rendering them unfilterable via Instagram, the image capture device of choice for inhabitants of St. Kilda, one of Melbourne’s semi-autonomous hipster regions. Ideally resting on the pristine foreshore, its usually picturesque vista of sun shimmering upon water, leisurely uni students wearing fedoras and peter-pan collar dresses threatened ads for cider or reasonably priced compact cars to be shot there virtually any second and without warning. Fortunately for us, the annual decent of the metalheads kept any coke-bottle bespectacled “creatives” with clunky dSLR necklaces at bay.
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Scott Ian - Anthrax
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Talked to him today. Cool dude.
Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters autotuned to a major key
Separated at Birth: Metal as Fuck Edition
Steve Hughes, the Heavy Metal comedian
Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, Dwarven King Under the Mountain
