Yeah, the real world sure does suck. The bottom line is forever letting the wolves off the leash and if they don’t end up clawing at your door they’ll sure as hell shit on your lawn. The only way out is money. And in this business, the uncomfortable truth is that, ultimately, in a roundabout way, it is the advertising dollar that puts the food on the table. But so what? It's no so ...

We don't think we're going out on a limb here when we say that AC/DC vocalist Brian Johnson wasn't thinking about buying a nice fruity glass of Sauvignon Blanc for his mates when he wrote "Have a Drink On Me." That just wouldn't suit the AC/DC m.o. A pint of lager, or maybe a shot of whiskey? Definitely. Thus we're left to wonder, why in hell's bells has AC/DC put its name on a line of ...

If trends and interests and habits and all that sort of bullshit moves in cycles, I guess I’m presently going through the second phase of voraciously listening to a bunch of stuff that’s borderline unlistenable. And loving it. Let me explain… If you were a tape trader back in the 80s, you’ll remember scoring N th generation copies of demos, rehearsal and live shows from a shitload of ...

About two weeks ago, a massive set of Bob Dylan covers compiled to honor 50 years of Amnesty International—4 discs, 73 tracks and 73 different artists—hit shelves.  Sure, it’s fascinating to see an expansive and eclectic roster that includes old-timers like Pete Townsend, Jeff Beck and Mark Knopfler alongside relative newcomers like The Gaslight Anthem, Cage the Elephant and, um, Miley ...

First of all, let me say that I think one and all will agree: no one likes being ripped off. There are a lot of things we haven’t experienced in life and a lot of things we never will experience, but I don’t think anyone wakes up in the morning and thinks to themselves, “Shit, today would be an awesome day to get my ass taken to the cleaners!” Or, to bring things down to the situation at ...

Oh praise be! The most miserable month of the year is all but over and it's the weekend. This has been such a dry-mouthed hump of a month, but when Red Fang released their video for their super-catchy loose-minded stoner jam “Hank is Dead” the Deciblog made like Barney Gumble with the non-alcoholic champagne and got drunk soley on the power of suggestion. This shit’s the weekend enabler. ...

Between the variety of magazines, websites and projects that currently leave me little time for much else in life outside of writing for the variety of magazines, websites and projects I have on the go, I do a fuck of a lot of interviews. Sometimes, you’ll find me writing about the same band/person in multiple publications. If you happen to be paying attention, that is, though I assume you’re ...

First we'd like to congratulate Tombs on topping our annual list of the Top 40 Extreme Albums of 2011. It was, of course, well deserved. Not all our readers may agree with it, but then again there's no satisfying the most extremely extreme readership in all of metaldom. You're an opinionated lot, and we love you. Most of you. So, we are here today to reveal what seems to be the key to a band ...

Okay, so after the debut of this former vocalist for a "pretty large Christian heavy metal band" and her daughter on Toddlers & Tiaras, I'm starting to come around on James Durbin. The blaspheming begins at the 3:20 mark and lasts until you start emitting a Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?-esque cackle, at which point Decibel recommends ending your viewing session. (The hysteria sneaks up on you, ...

OK, some of you won't be reading this. No, you'll be too busy trying out all that gnarly shit that fat Santa and his team of Jawa slaves brought you, right, cross-legged in front of a screen eviscerating pixellated alien invasions, or maybe, if you reside in the boondocks of the Southern states you'll be gunning down the real thing, emptying clip after clip from from your brand new piece into a ...