Any song that kicks off with a full-blast Danzig riff followed by the line, “Down in the workshop, baby, all dressed in black…” is total tits in our book. Somehow, Connecticut wolf-runners NightBitch suspected this all along and wrote “Chainmaker” just for us. And, okay, the other handful of Danzig fans who have a sense of humor. (Danzig not included, obviously.) Their new ...

Almost every band has that album: you know, the critically and/or commercially reviled dud in an otherwise passable-to-radical back catalog. Well, once in a while, on Wednesday morning, a Decibel staffer or special guest will take to the Deciblog to bitch and moan at length as to why everybody’s full of shit and said dud is, in fact, The Shit. But for JYST’s second run, we’re expanding the ...

When I heard Jani Lane of Warrant passed away last Thursday night, I immediately texted my attorney Juan Perez and recent Decibel cover artist Tom Neely, both of whom—like myself—are avid cock rock enthusiasts. Neely’s cogent response? "Too much cherry pie!” The details of Lane’s death hadn’t been revealed yet, but Tom was right, of course: the singer’s body was found at a Comfort ...

You know that always-entertaining column at the front of the magazine called Cry Now, Cry Later? The one written by that incredibly tall, incredibly handsome genius who also wrote this month’s Pentagram cover story?  Fuuuuck, that dude rules so hard it’s amazing that he can even walk down the street without being mobbed by the hordes of enthusiastic naked women who comprise his legendary ...

Yesterday we gave away a totally sweet double-vinyl version of Lightning Swords Of Death's The Extra-Dimensional Wound provided by the fine folks at Canonical Hours.  Well, we sort of gave it away. The dude or lady who won has yet to claim his or her prize (Terzijdehorde, where fuck are you?).  Nevertheless, we're soldiering ahead with tonight's contest for one last copy of this killer black ...

Remember grade school?  Those were the days, eh? Cap'n Crunch in the breakfast bowl and the world at your feet. Sure, there was some reading, writing and arithmetic in there somewhere, but mostly it was  just waiting for the bell to ring so you could go home and watch Def Leppard videos. In our case, grade school was just phase one of Catholic school. The whole unsavory enterprise  ...

Almost every band has that album: you know, the critically and/or commercially reviled dud in an otherwise passable-to-radical back catalog. Well, every Wednesday morning, a Decibel staffer or special guest will take to the Deciblog to bitch and moan at length as to why everybody's full of shit and said dud is, in fact, The Shit. Today, J. Bennett goes between the white lines to give Cold Lake a ...

If you've been following us here on the Deciblog for the last few months, you know that exactly every two weeks we post a flyer for something called Heavy Tuesday. We're still not really sure what it is, but J. Bennett keeps insisting that it's occasionally awesome. As far as we can tell, it's this heavy metal DJ night that he and Scott Carlson from Repulsion do at this bar called Footsies in ...