This was a hectic summer. The album recording took all my time and attention. I lost track of night and day, was locked up in the studio for around over a 100 days. Give or take a few days. So, am I excused for the delay in delivering this edition? I would like to thank…

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UES1eNy9qo Right about now, all your favorite (and most-hated!) Decibel writers are hustling to get their year-end lists together for the Big Man In Charge. But I’d like to take an opportunity to share with you my favorite video of the year. It eclipses “genre,” so don’t go bitching about how it’s not metal. Blow me—this…

Grab a bucket of fried chicken and potato salad. And don’t forget a blanket and some boxed wine. It’s Heavy Metal Picnic time. Jeff Krulik and John Heyn, the fellas behind Heavy Metal Parking Lot, worked their magic with footage taken by Rudy Childs at a 1985 hesher-fest billed as Full Moon Jamboree in Bumfuck,…

Because Angel Witch’s debut turned out to be not only their best album, but the only one recorded with anything resembling a stable lineup, it seems all the more precious today.

Rainy days and Tuesdays always get us down here at the Deciblog HQ. Why? Who the hell knows?! Lack of sleep, realizing we’ve run out of Rice Milk after we’ve already poured our cereal, the sole of our right shoe is delaminating, or we just can’t seem to write a catchy headline are all good…

Rumors are that Anal Cunt’s Seth Putnam is releasing a “celebrity” sex tape in support of his upcoming cock rock album on PATAC Records. While not much is known if Putnam is truly going the Warrant route or is merely taking a piss (predicted) with his as-yet-untitled cock rock debut, photos have surfaced showing the…

Tales From the Thousand Lakes is a pivotal album. Not just for Amorphis—if it weren’t for loads of ambition, wide-open minds and a bit of dumb luck, this induction would never be—but for death metal post-1994.

So after the lukewarm reception the Triple Decker record received last week, here’s another innovative way to present vinyl- with your own shitty ashes. And Vinyly will produce up to 30 records that contain your earthly remains, each one with 24 minutes of whatever audio and artwork you think will somehow represent your life, which…

The story of Refused’s last—and best—album starts with the first line of Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl,” which drummer David Sandström scrawled across one wall of the band’s recording space as a mantra: “I have seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness.”

Mea culpa: It’s hard not to mention Entombed when discussing this month’s Hall of Fame inductee, Dismember’s 1991 debut full-length Like an Ever Flowing Stream. It’s also a bit tired and unfair to both.