Here’s a true story. The Melvins play Crowbar Friday night. Supporting them are Red Kross. Equally notorious, these Californians pave their contemporaries’ way with languid metal and throttling punk. A thundering performance comes littered with time-honoured rock gestures, power pop hooks and plenty of lose-your-shit moments. As the Melvins take the stage I’m reminded of […]
The very name should chill your bones. As your lips form the words, you should welcome the slight shudder that slips down your back. You should feel compelled to fear. You should embrace the fear. As you would with Satan, Voldemort, Napalm Death, or the Glow Cloud. O great conjurers, o great terrors of the […]
Grunge began in 1990 when my previous girlfriend broke my heart by leaving me for some bloke she met on a railway station in Germany. Grunge finished in 1996 when I met the woman who would become my future wife. (In between I went out with a woman who – by being my grunge girlfriend – […]
All in all, cool show. What is all worth it? Sure, ’cause I got in for free.
If it’s classic and someone voted for it in the 100 Greatest Songs of All Time, then it’s IN!
Bangs damn it, we would’a KILLED for music this focused, tightly coiled, back in 1990
Listening to No Anchor, it’s hard not to hear a weaker, less interesting version of their heroes.
I hope you fucking choke on the immensity of the hyperbole I’m about to direct at you.