What’s not to like about a sequined jacket, snazzy hat and a Rolling Stones-esque sound to your first solo effort? Well, not much I say. Dave Hill, from that little known band to have survived since the 70’s, has recorded his first solo record after founding Slade all those Christmas’s ago.
The rock music world is moving at such a pace right now, I can barely keep up! Just a few weeks ago, Airbourne were absolutely smashing it on the main stage at Eddfest.
The Lord of the Riff is back. Unleashing the first track of his forthcoming new solo album 'From The Dark', Tony Iommi brings all the magic that he's built his legendary career on and 'World Alone' is a thrilling and heavy slice of crushing, premium class metal.
Front Toward Enemy is the phrase stamped across the face of the M18A1 Claymore, printed there so nobody deploying it under fire gets it backwards.
In the autumn of 2024, ‘One Assassination Under God – Chapter One’ was released. Check out the review on Metal Planet Music.
Leeds based quintet Catchfly arrived on the scene swinging like a heavyweight, debut single 'Eve' an intoxicating blend of big riffs and gothic atmosphere.
Five Finger Death Punch really are an incredible band. The more you listen to them, the more you hear the emotion behind the aggression.
Another typical Friday morning in May. Yawn. The sky is bright after a pretty biblical storm yesterday. Slowly plodding about, maybe a coffee.
Some music can be pretty divisive. Really heavy, as in, death metal heavy for instance, when only the keen vinyl inner sleeve reader can decipher the words, could be described as ‘unpleasant’ or ‘not for me’.
Korn. Back in the late ’90s and early 2000s, they weren’t just part of the Nu Metal wave, they were the wave.
If Airbourne ever decide to bottle whatever unholy lightning they run on, the world’s energy crisis would be solved overnight. The Aussie rockers are back with their latest single, ‘Alive After Death’, and, surprise to absolutely no one, they’ve smashed it straight out of the stadium again.
There are times when music journos feel the need to waffle on with a bit of backstory, as if you, dear reader, have just crawled out from under a rock behind the bins at the Dog & Duck.
So, it’s mid week on a slightly sunnier than usual day in mid March. Work calls, the inbox is multiplying like gremlins after midnight, and the room temperature remnants of this morning’s coffee are doing absolutely nothing to improve the situation.
Dogstar’s journey is one of rock’s most unexpectedly triumphant arcs. Formed in mid90s Los Angeles, the band began as a casual jam between Keanu Reeves and Rob Mailhouse, two friends bonding over punk, grunge, and the kind of altrock that thrives in cramped rehearsal rooms.
A single built for sunshine, stadiums, and the eternal Grohl grin
COC return with a track so heavy it should come with a medical disclaimer.