Decades ago, I read an interview with Chris Cornell in which he admitted " I totally have a classic-rock voice. " The quote hel...

I'm no fidelity purist. Really, I'm not. As my vinyl stacks expand, I'm regularly comforted by that crackle, the persistent ...

Earlier we shared our thoughts on what already promises to be one of the year's best releases from America's hardest-working ban...

August 1st, 2013 marked a turning point in how I approach expectation. A year prior, I had declared The Midnight Ghost Train's Buffal...

The devil's in the details, they say. I'd argue the devil IS the details. What else could explain how Goddamn delicious things ca...

Late in 2013, my five year-old son fell in love with Hot For Teacher  when it aired on local rock radio. Figuring this could serve as an ...

Much of the so-labeled doom we chew on is swollen with the promise of pain, an ominous descent into... well, something. Bands can reach...

Sandwiching several days' activities into one weekend bakes an atmosphere of little sleep, high tension, and snarls at those closest ...

You remember that kid in school who never quite fit? He wasn't necessarily weird, he didn't lack friends, and he was almost off...

Ah, gettin' back to our Sunday Sludge roots... This whole thing began in 2011 and repeatedly seemed to circle South, as if every deto...

I needed every second of 2014 to craft a list of favorites. Saying goodbye to the year and its bearded buoyancy (weren't beards the ...

I've grown into this, you could say. When I took this gig, it was all sandy descriptors, Sabbath nods, riff worship, and clouds of sm...