Yeoww, is that Michael Monroe? He looks so perfectly embalmed and preserved -…

Aural Wallpaper. Dinner Music. Pleasant soundtracks for car commercials. “Tub…

The punch line writes itself – our very own version of Y2K-Tel Records, the …

Finally got around to dragging my lazy ass over to a theatre to check out the…

Cephalic Carnage! They like pot! A whole lot! And they’re not afraid to sing …

So you’re a young enterprising young goth dude on the make, and you’ve just g…

Here’s my point – if just being in the presence of Axl Rose was enough to gi…

Didn’t you always have the creeping suspicion that the musical output of Mort…

With all the constant repackaging and re-releasing of Gary Numan’s classic ma…

It’s hidden toward the end, in a section aptly titled “Miscellaneous.” In bet…

Album of the month! No fucking contest! It’s Vince Clark’s (the non crap memb…

I’ve seen (Mr.) Quintron twice over the last two years and, evangelizing leis…

Don’t mind me, I’m just burying rock and roll here. No, I promise, I really d…

The first thing to love about the new Deceased record is how the cover, depic…

Have I found God? Oh yes, I have. Or rather, I’ve found Satan, not to mention…

Even supervillains can fall in love. Come one, didn’t you think it could be t…

Phobia

I’m bored, so fucking bored. Sunday afternoons are brutal, between the heat a…

Invisible

I’m not quite sold on the purpose of this record. Was the world really crying…