Title sums it up nicely — “American Steel,” or this discontented, pure bred, fast and easy Rock n’ Roll animal roaming wherever the fuck it wants.  Driven by three chords, a taste for blood, and kick in the balls, their sixth record probably sounds much like their first—face it, there’s...

Definitely a step out into the great beyond from what we’re used to from The End… and if this is really “The End” I trust we’ll have no trouble making our final peace.   Early moments indicate an Anathem-ic symmetry, nearly duplicative of the ambient closeness of said band’s later runs,...

In the words of Bart Simpson, "I didn't think it was possible, but this [album] both sucks and blows." I shall take no mercy on the untalented and unaware and B Rich is by far both. This album just may be one of the worst albums EVER! I would give...

There are two ways to perceive a band like Blitzkrieg.  The first is that since they were among the NWOBHM pioneers that broke the scene back in 1980 and helped forge the sounds of the true Metal revolution that’s continued to be felt and employed by countless bands worldwide, they’re...

21 years after “The Best Of Blondie,” Debbie and the guys return with a righteous selection of remastered “Hits” spanning all of their seven records and generation bridging esteem.  Blondie, still very much an active band since reforming in ’98 for the well received “No Exit”, transcended musical borders at...

Whatever happened to Three Doors Down?  Did they lose their key or something?  Or maybe it’s Breaking Benjamin who intercepted them somewhere around the Mason/Dixon line, bound and gagged ‘em at gunpoint and took their identity, not to mention their slant for choosing names that mean absolutely nothing to an...

See what happens when you indulge the kid?  They end up producing immoral, indefinable, indefensible sour-faced records with ten tracks of total moral discontent, covering up with shit, flies, fiend-movie clips, and foul language that foams in the face of Sunday school decency.  And even better, they’re from the heartland,...

These guys have been garnering high praise from fans and critics the world over for being this innovative underground phenomenon bore of a DIY ethic and ol’ schooler mentality.  Playing with reckless abandon, CKY’s “Volume 1” turned a lot of heads, nearly twisting them off with their circuitous jaunts in...

The cool thing about a band like this is they could suck worse than any far fetched, flat out, fucked up breed of bluegrass bourbon soaked serial shitheads, but they’ll be fun to write about.  Now I’m not out to start an argument as to how bad they suck or...

If Monty Python existed today, and considering their over the edge degree of distasteful antics that set the comedy world on its collective ass, this might be the aural equivalent of their artful form of superior quality juvenility.  Here’s this thing called Devilcake, where if the title’s any indication… Nah,...