Widely considered one of the finest rock guitarists of his time, the opportunity to see him play makes this an ideal gift for the guitar nerd in your life.
Dreamy, dirt-gaze doom with female vocals, ethereal flute, and spooky organ. Blood Ceremony owe a dept to black & white horror movies from the pre-rock era.
Cool idea, a whole pile of enthusiastic metalheads getting together to celebrate the hard power “traditional” metal legacy of Germany’s Keep It True Festival.
Tense, wound-up, rocked-up gunk to draw in anyone with the a taste for the Who/Yardbirds ’60s Mod nerve through the MC5/Stooges/Simply Saucer/Devo ’70s.
Lots to like from Chicago’s own fireplugs of post-NWOBHM retro-luv, but then again, there’s lots to live up to, given the last couple of the band’s four albums.
With sterling presentation and an adrenalized experience with every session, Pure easily stands with Burnout Paradise as the best racing game of the year.
Not anthemic enough to be Rammstein, not sick enough to be Skinny Puppy, not throbbing enough to be one of the bands I can never specifically remember.