Editorial

Krieg’s Neill Jameson On the Trappings of Ego

May 17, 2016

Agalloch are no more. Sort of. Neill Jameson thinks someone’s dick might have gotten in the way of things. 

Krieg’s Neill Jameson on The Music Industry’s Morbid Erection

April 22, 2016

You might wanna double-check the price on that Purple Rain deluxe reissue.  

Krieg’s Neill Jameson on Why Record Store Day has Spoiled and Should be Thrown Away

April 19, 2016

Hope you’re enjoying that limited edition Marilyn Manson Antichrist Superstar cassette you picked up Saturday. 

Neill Jameson Says Goodbye to Nunslaughter’s Jim Konya

October 8, 2015

This week, the metal community lost one of the oldest and most beloved pieces of its backbone, Jim “Sadist” Konya. 

Low Culture with Neill Jameson: Thoughts on Backlash Whiplash

September 29, 2015

A bit back, I wrote a piece on our blog about how women are treated in metal, and I learned a lot from the experience. The main takeaway? Holy shit, are there a lot of stupid people out there.

Low Culture: Neill Jameson on Maybe Not Treating Women Like Sperm Receptacles

August 28, 2015

I recently realized that I’ve been having more and more discussions with people about how women are treated within the metal scene, and music in general. Turns out my knee-jerk reaction to throw jokes at the problem wasn’t the best way to address it.

They Did It All for the Nookie: Decibel Explores the Rise and Fall of Nu-Metal

August 13, 2015

The intro is long. Nearly 50 seconds without tipping its hand. A new band should be terrified to open a record like this, worried that potential listeners will get bored with a lone ride cymbal and high, jangly guitar chord. And it’s certainly not something a discerning producer is going to throw on the radio. But then comes that growl—Are you reeeeeaaaady?!—and you hear a musical revolution being born… Which then died, less than a decade later.

Low Culture: Sun & Fun Edition

July 17, 2015

It’s now the summer season, where half of you will make some joke that wasn’t funny the last seven years you told it about being a vampire that burns in the sun. It’s also festival season, where a majority of you go out to various places in packs and get shit-house drunk while not paying attention to any of the bands you claimed you wanted to see, yet be fully prepared to complain about the bands you didn’t like.