Up the irons! Heavy metal institution Iron Maiden are bestowing their 16th album, The Book of Souls, to the masses today, and Decibel is primed to celebrate with the legends’ fourth cover story in the November issue.

Wyndorf mother mother.

Longtime staffer Nick Green dubbed 8-Way Santa “the White Album of grunge … easily the most underrated record Sub Pop ever put out.” 

Black Yoga is “vinyasa-style yoga set to drone, noise, stoner metal, ambient, industrial, space doom, and other traditional meditation music.”  Here’s some news on the forthcoming CD/DVD.

Dallas-based seven-piece (!) Dead to a Dying World sure do put their money where their mouths are when it comes to their despondent moniker.

Staying true to this breakneck creative pace, Austin Lunn is mere weeks away from dropping Panopticon’s sixth LP, the enthralling and resonant Autumn Eternal. The album is a thematic companion to his two previous LPs, but musically, it eschews the “blackened bluegrass” approach in favor of emotionally charged, mournfully melodic black metal (think Winterfylleth meets early Katatonia). We talked to Lunn about creating Autumn Eternal, taking inspiration from nature and being a musician in the often-disheartening environment of the digital age.

We like to think you guys just innately understand all the insane sub-subgenres we throw at the wall, but “powerviolent prog ‘n’ roll”  may require actually pressing play.

 Chris Jericho is one of the most decorated professional wrestlers ever: a six-time world champion and the first-ever undisputed WWE champion. He is also one of the most vocal celebrity metal fans on the planet as well as a metal musician who has toured the world repeatedly with his band Fozzy. Jericho’s latest project, however, might be the only one that could earn the extreme moniker.

Ambassador Gun’s third full-length Tomb of Broken Sleep dropped earlier this summer, and here’s the video for “Once Upon the Sauce/Tomb of Broken Sleep.”

Deftones is the sound of a rock band making a rock record. Deftones were never an art rock band. Parts of White Pony might have misled you, but the band’s 2003 album should remind you to pump your fucking fist.