“I always tell my band there are three things I can guarantee you: You’ll see the world, you’re gonna get paid and you’re gonna get stitches,” Alice said.
Mötley Crüe, Poison and the New York Dolls have all lived like they wanted to die. From overdoses and car crashes to legal scrapes and porno tapes, few bands have been more determined to live fast, die young and leave a pack of pickled corpses.
It’s no secret my head’s full of (hard) rock, but I’m still shamelessly in tune with my heartstrings.
Some of the greatest rock-n-roll was wrapped in velvet flares, but if you’re gonna mirror the masters, you better get it right. Cue The Claws.
In celebration of one of hard rock’s most revered underground bands, Dirty Looks is set to regroup and perform its classic 1988 album “Cool from the Wire” in its entirety along with songs from its 1989 follow-up “Turn of the Screw” at the Ballroom Blitz Festival March 20 in Glen Burnie, Md. and again at DH&L Fire Company in Selinsgrove, Pa. March 21.
I’ve thrown stones at the Black Crowes over the years, but I never expected my most pointed criticism to be so fully validated by the band’s founding drummer.
Still hellbent after 20-plus years, the Black Halos have (again!) regrouped and issued a three-song teaser in advance of a new album due later this year.
Few things are more exciting than finding a lost stash, and when the goodies in question come courtesy of Junkyard, you best call in sick and enjoy the buzz.
I was literally introduced to Danko Jones on a sidewalk outside Emo’s in Austin, Texas, circa the early 2000s.
San Antonio’s hallowed halls of heavy metal lore are etched with the names of S.A. Slayer, Juggernaut, the Cameo Theatre and Joe “The Godfather” Anthony. Dig a little deeper and you’ll also find thrash warlords, Valkyrie, among the hordes of chaos.
Michael Monroe knows the pitfalls of being an outsider. For all his influence, street cred and legendary swagger, the glam-rock firecracker with a punk-rock fuse remains a perennial underdog — a cult hero, a distant comet, the world’s forgotten, left-for-dead boy.
Much to my giddy delight, the following interview with my childhood hero, Gene Simmons, was published in three of the four biggest Texas newspapers (San Antonio, Houston and Austin) in December of 2009 as KISS was touring to promote the “Sonic Boom” album.