By Nate Hall (U.S. Christmas) I can’t say this is a “Top 5” list, because I couldn’t possibly rank Appalachian people on any kind of scale. Some of these are people I have known, others I never met. All of them are distinctly Appalachian. Popcorn Sutton — Maggie Valley, NC. The late great moonshiner Marvin…

By Road Chief Chris Coyle (Red Fang) What’s happened the first week of tour? Hmm… Man, nothing all that exciting. Kinda like every other tour going out there. You know, after the first show we swerved to miss a deer and rolled the van twice in the middle of I-5, walked away with only a…

When we’re not harpooning our ears with death (mostly), grind (somewhat mostly), doom (only Albert and Scott Koerber), and black metal (lately mostly Albert and Bruno Guerreiro), we’re rocking our argyle socks off to bands like Brain Banger. Featuring 2/3 of Young Widows, Louisville, Kentucky’s (un)fortunate sons have things tuned just right to treat —…

Gene Simmons, an old prick who’s subsisted for the last thirty six years on piles of cash, gross sex and arrogance, thinks people on the internet are analogous to laser-pointing fans at his shows. He assumes with a few belches from his makeup-covered, distended belly, he can scare people into following his commands and be…

By R. Loren (Sailors With Wax Wings) Wake up. Email. Feed, dress, entertain daughter. Take daughter to daycare. Go to work. Scramble to prepare lesson plan on Mary Shelley and the Gothic Novel while listening to Xasthur’s Portal Of Sorrow. Respond to emails on my phone from Derek at Solid PR regarding press for Sailors…

Hot on the heels of this summer’s Profound Lore debut, Of Seismic Consequence, Chicago prog-monsters Yakuza scored perhaps the baddest-ass black metal tour of 2010, scorching the States with Triptykon and 1349. Frontman/White Sox fan-for-life Bruce Lamont will periodically fill us in on the gory details. Day 4—Baltimore Showed up around doors. A good friend…

The decision to induct Venom’s debut, Welcome to Hell, rather than the band’s second album, Black Metal, came down to one simple fact: there would be no Black Metal—the album or the genre—were it not for Welcome to Hell.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAfpq6EPKck (Addendum: Mr. Nick Green actually presented this video to Deciblog viewers about a year ago, but we thought “Hey, we can write it up a whole lot better than that guy.” Then we didn’t.) This video isn’t good. No one’s saying it is. But how are we going to let a clip where someone…

Greetings, unwashed Philadelphians. Short of a midweek rainout, there won’t be a Phillies game to command your undivided attention this Friday; hell, we may even know the victor of this high-stakes wager by then. So, take a break from pondering the complexities of the double switch, hop on the Blue Line and do irreparable auditory…

It’s no secret that Decibel writers spend lots of time looking at pictures of cats on the internets. The December 2009 issue featured the Cutest Kittehs in Metal story. We’re disciples of I Can Has Cheezburger and Cute Overload. When I stumbled upon this picture of a 4-month-old European Burmese kitten at some ridiculous cat…