One vocalist dead and another “You are dead to me,” Gary Holt keeps it alive with Rob Dukes. Like the thrash purity of Peter Dolving returning to The Haunted.
Sad rock/Goth rock with keys, guitar chugging (without being doom, or remotely close), this is full-bodied melodic, moody rock with a passionate vocalist.
Expecting Fiona Apple-ish, mainstream “girl group slick pop,” I was elated to hear The Ditty Bops’ spin on ragtime/jazz swing/cabaret for the 21st century.
Jupiter & Antenna were epic albums with delectable melodies at their hearts. Perfect Pitch Black hypnotically repeats refrains and riffs, leaving melody behind.
A league formed by the city parks and recreation office in L.A. and each team is populated in large part by casualties of the L.A. music and film industries.
By the great Peter Bagge, this is a helluva book with 336 pages of black and white humor. The complete Buddy Bradley stories from Bagge’s Hate comics Vol. 1.
Philly’s A Life Once Lost throw guitar squawks into the dense mix, a few Euro licks, and a few Meshuggah stutters to break up the monotony of the howl.