Author Nick Griffiths
It’s all too easy to sit back and wallow in your own self-importance and ponder your musical knowledge and experience, so I would be comfortable in saying that there aren’t many bands I would say I have not heard of… Continue Reading →
The name (ne brand) Cavalera carries a certain amount of cachet in my mind, despite spreading himself as thin as the dreadlocks Max finally chopped off last year. With the brothers (Max and Igor senior) being founding members of probably… Continue Reading →
You can tell that I am becoming institutionalised within the blood-soaked ventricles of Ave Noctum’s cathedral of pain, when I start to lap myself with reviews of bands I have reviewed in the past. Not sure what to think of… Continue Reading →
Throat sound like they should be some awful metalcore, sample driven, knuckleheaded cagoule wearing, tight jeans wearing blot on the heavy music horizon band, but luckily for me (and you) they’re not that at all. In fact, what these glorious… Continue Reading →
Pomposity and metal often go hand in hand. If we’re being honest with ourselves, there is a predilection for bands, media, and fans alike, to take the whole business of heavy metal very, very seriously indeed. To the point where… Continue Reading →
Hailing from Ireland, where (despite protestations to the contrary) the weather is even worse than it is here in the UK and although I haven’t been able to visit (part of my work takes me to Ireland at least once… Continue Reading →
As previously documented on these cursed pages, I am somewhat of a Mike Patton fan, which is important to document certainly when you think it could impair your critical judgement. Patton’s influence has seeped into mainstream and popularist areas, including… Continue Reading →
Poughkeepsie, New York is the birthplace for the wonderfully named and furiously talented band Genghis Tron who have engineered the most peculiar and welcome return since Lazarus. ‘It’s Genghis Tron Jim, but not as you know it’. It would be… Continue Reading →
Despite protestations to the contrary, a brief respite afforded by three and a half hours of sunshine, the head of Spring has been cleaved from its shoulders by the bastard grey, concreted sarcophagus of all things Winter, as she descends… Continue Reading →
As previously mentioned in past correspondence via these hallowed pages, when something comes heralded, trumpeted, paraded through the streets crunching down on every palm frond as it enters town, it sends spasms to the pit of my stomach, expecting the… Continue Reading →
It’s the end of a challenging, yet somewhat Groundhogian (it’s not a word but should be) week, where life has seemed to pass by, less like a blur but more like a slightly injured slug who’s been on the piss… Continue Reading →
It’s been a while since these delicate, white collar smooth hands have had to type anything of note, notwithstanding the trials and tribulations (Excel spreadsheets) of my day job which is as boring, as it is repetitive. So, it’s review… Continue Reading →