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Danzig loves Lemmy. Lots.

By Jean-Paul Desjardins

Beezlebub. Lucifer. Mephistopheles. Moloch. The archfiend Danzig. For some reason, coincidental or otherwise, the word "Danzig" blends perfectly with the other names used to describe the Prince of Darkness. Satan is a word that has followed Glenn Danzig throughout his coup of the hard-rock throne. From the formation of the horror-punk band The Misfits in… Continue reading Danzig loves Lemmy. Lots.

Artistic healing

By Jean-Paul Desjardins

Do you remember the last time your head was violently introduced to concrete? How about something psychologically traumatic, like the time you opened your parent’s bedroom door to discover daddy "hurting" mommy? Now remember how you chose to deal with either case. While some might rely on Dukes of Hazzard re-runs on hospital televisions, or… Continue reading Artistic healing

Kenny Wayne Shepherd

By Jean-Paul Desjardins

Imagine being in your early 20s, playing with guitar virtuosos like Steve Vai and Joe Satriani, recording three albums that sell very well and constantly being dubbed "the next Stevie Ray Vaughn." Now imagine what an egomaniac most people would become when faced with this kind of acclaim. This was certainly not the case with… Continue reading Kenny Wayne Shepherd

Extra-strength earplugs required

By Jean-Paul Desjardins

If the CRHA compiled a list of bands most likely to cause permanent hearing loss and temporary insanity, Machinehead would fall somewhere near the top, between the likes of Pantera and Slayer. This was zealously demonstrated last Thursday night at MacEwan Hall Ballroom, when the near-capacity crowd was treated to a solid hour of sickeningly… Continue reading Extra-strength earplugs required

Come for the Pussy, stay for the music

By Jean-Paul Desjardins

If you’ve never had the chance to witness Nashville Pussy live, take the plot from a bad ’70’s porno movie, add fireballs, occasional boots to the teeth, tattoos and gallons of whiskey, and you’ve got a typical show. However, unlike the cheesy soundtrack found on a B-grade smut flick, Nashville Pussy’s guitar-driven Motörhead-meets-Misfits style rock… Continue reading Come for the Pussy, stay for the music