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  • Left To Die Premiere Mantas Cover “Legion Of Doom”

    The new cover of Mantas' “Legion Of Doom” by Left To Die has premiered online. It serves as the third single from the Death-worshipping supergroup's forthcoming debut album, “Initium Mortis,” which is due out July 17th via Relapse Records. Mantas would of course later evolve into the influential death metal band Death. Left To Die features f… Read More/Discuss on Metal Underground.com
  • Corrosion Of Conformity Premiere New Music Video For “Baad Man”

    Gold-certified Southern metallers Corrosion Of Conformity have premiered a music video for “Baad Man.” The clip was directed by Jeffrey Sisson and Jason Cantu, who filmed it during the band's April 17th, 2026 performance at Harrah’s VooDoo Lounge in Kansas City, MO. Vocalist/guitarist Pepper Keenan commented: Read More/Discuss on Metal Underground.com
  • “We were the early version of Spinal Tap, turning it to 11.”Rush before Geddy Lee: meet the bass player who stepped aside

    Every saga has an entry point, and Rush are no exception.

    Before Geddy Lee was even a glimmer in Alex Lifeson’s eye, Rush featured a bassist by the name of Jeff Jones, one of their founding members. From the start, Jones was a different breed, namely because he was the only member of the band who wasn’t a natural-born Canadian.

    “My father was a jazz musician,” Jones says. “So, music was always around me from a young age. I took up the flute first and then piano. The bass came later. I remember that Oscar Peterson used to come to our house for dinner on Sundays when we lived in Chicago. And we ended up in Toronto because my pop was working with Oscar a lot, and Oscar was in Toronto at the time.

    “So, my pop was always crossing the border for work. My dad got tired of driving his gull-wing Mercedes 100 miles per hour for five hours back and forth, so my parents talked about it; we left Chicago, and off to Toronto we went.”

    Once on Canadian soil, music was integral for the lonely Jones early on. But not long after arriving in Toronto aged 13, he met aspiring guitarist Alex Lifeson. For two years, the duo soaked up the sounds of the Toronto music scene. But Jones hadn’t chosen his instrument, and Lifeson was far from the virtuoso he would become.

    “It’s funny because the bass wasn’t on my radar initially,” Jones explains. “Of course, my father knew plenty of people who played bass, and they were around, so I was aware of it. But aside from the flute and the piano, there wasn’t anything else. But then I remember being given a baritone ukulele for Christmas in 1967, and that, believe it or not, spurred on my eventual love for the bass.

    “I started listening to songs on the radio and copying them with the baritone ukulele; I’d pick out the bass parts and copy them. So, it was a natural progression for me to pick up the bass from there. And once I did, I took to it almost immediately.”

    Lifeson and Jones got to talking, and that chatter led to jamming. But with no clear direction and no drummer, Lifeson would play rover, moving through several garage bands in search of a distinctive sound.

    “I think the first time we played together as more than just messing around together was in Alex’s living room,” Jones says. “Now, Alex had been in a few local bands before, so he was no stranger to jamming. So, we had a couple of local guys there, and one of them had a tambourine. So, Alex told them he could play a little guitar and that I could play a little bass. Well, the guy with the tambourine turned out to be John Rutsey – who Alex knew from another band – and that’s how the three of us came together for the first time.”

    “I remember that we played [The Beatles’] You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away that day,” Jones recalled. “And after that, we kept in touch. I’m not sure who asked John to join – probably Alex – and I can’t remember who named the band Rush – I think it was John, or maybe his brother – but I can say that it wasn’t formal or official. We needed a quick name before our first gig, we went with it, and it stuck. We were so young, and that meant everything was fly by the seat of our pants and fluid.”

    From that initial jam session, things escalated quickly for Lifeson, Rutsey, and Jones after the trio christened themselves “Rush” in early January of 1968. Playing anywhere that would have them, Rush mostly covered blues standards, and psych-rock, a far cry from the prog-rock ecstasy to come.

    “We got right into it and became fast friends,” says Jones. “John rounded out the lineup and allowed us to play as a band. We played a lot of Cream and old blues cuts. For a high school band – which is what we thought of ourselves – playing White Room seemed crazy, but there we were playing it at high school parties on the weekend. [Laughs].”

    “We were a stark contrast to the other main band in our high school, which was this R&B type band,” Jones continues. “But we crushed those guys; we felt like being a trio like Cream was the way to go about it. But the funniest thing that I remember is us getting kicked out of a battle of the band’s competition called the Canadian National Exhibition. We got kicked out because we broke the only rule: we played past the allowed volume, so we were the early version of Spinal Tap, turning it to 11. [Laughs]. But I will tell you this, if we didn’t get kicked out, we would have won that competition.”

    Doused in primitive feedback, this early version of Rush looked nothing like an eventual super titan of rock. And had Jones hung around, things might have continued that way. But by the summer of 1968, Jones was reportedly having trouble making practices and gigs. What’s more, right under Lifeson’s nose, was a kid from Ontario named Geddy Lee.

    “It’s really funny when I see stories about Alex and me not getting along,” scoffs Jones. “We never had an issue. But you have to remember; we were kids, man. We played parties and practiced every Saturday in Alex’s mom’s basement. She was like the original band mom; she was fantastic. But things between Alex and me were always cool. And I know the story that goes something like I didn’t show up to a [battle of the bands] gig because I wanted to go to a party, and Alex kicked me out of Rush. I’m sure everyone has heard it, and it’s pretty much the way I’m remembered within Rush’s history. But it’s not true.”

    “The truth is we played the battle of the bands, and I was there,” Jones continues. “We played a few shows at the Community Center, a bunch of basement shows, and we played local coffee shops. As far as I remember, I was always there. So, the part that history always gets wrong – and this is important – is that we were kids. So, what happened was it got to a point where I had to take a long bus ride to get to Alex’s house; it was taking me hours round trip.

    “So, I just told Alex, ‘Hey, this guy Geddy that you’ve been hanging around with plays bass. He lives right around the corner. Why don’t you ask him to join?’ And I guess Alex took that as me leaving, and that was it. Next thing I knew, Geddy was in Rush. There was never any formal conversation beyond that; we just drifted apart.”

    More than half a century after Jones vacated his position as Rush’s bassist, history tells a story that includes Geddy Lee up front until the end for Rush. And while it’s hard not to wonder what Rush might have sounded like had Jones stayed on, he doesn’t seem to care for second-guessing his choice.

    “I don’t think about it too much,” Jones explains. “We were so young. We didn’t even have a record deal. We never made an album or even got to record anything. And had I stayed on, we would have sounded nothing like Rush did with Geddy. And that’s not a bad thing; it’s just a fact. I couldn’t hit those notes. [Laughs.] With me, in many ways, Rush wouldn’t have been Rush.

    “But the funny thing is, our trajectories were so odd. As soon as I left Rush, I joined Ocean at 17 years old, toured the world, and then had a big hit with Put Your Hand in the Hand. But I learned early on how badly record companies can screw you. And I had to come back to earth, and by 21, I felt washed up. But eventually, I joined Red Rider, and things were going well for me again.”

    Red Rider backstage in 1981

    Red Rider in 1981, L-R: Ken Greer, Tom Cochrane (front row), Rob Baker, Jeff Jones, and Peter Boynton (Image credit: Paul Natkin )

    “People ask me if Alex and I stayed friends, and no, we didn’t,” Jones admits. “There was no animosity; I just left town. I was off touring and playing shows while they were still playing high schools, and we lost touch. Honestly, I didn’t see Alex again until sometime around 1983, after I was coming down with Red Rider, and Rush was now huge. Neil Peart had asked us to open for them because they were playing a run of shows in Toronto, Quebec, and Buffalo, and Neil thought it would be cool to have us there.

    “So, during that span of about 12 shows, I finally got to see Alex again and get to know him again. And more interestingly, I finally got to know Geddy and Neil. Because Rush was a different band than it was 15 years before when we were kids, it was this full-circle moment, and there was no animosity. There never was, and there still isn’t.”

    After those dates with Rush in 1983, Jones and Lifeson went their separate ways. Jones would leave Red Rider in the mid-80s – their 1981 hit Lunatic Fringe remains a radio staple – and eventually formed Infidels and the Carpet Frogs. More recently, he’s toured and recorded with former Red Rider alumni Tom Cochrane, and anchors his own Jeff Jones trio.

    Fate always seems to loom large in the music business, and it sure as hell dealt Rush a winning hand when it dropped Geddy Lee in Alex Lifeson’s. Jeff Jones, meanwhile, remains a classic case of what might have been, had he kept making those long bus rides across town to Alex Lifeson’s mother’s house.

  • The Distinguished Art of Staying Heavy – MAT SINNER Talks About SINNER’s Final Album Release

    Interview by Ali Williams Most legacy bands eventually announce one final album before quietly discovering that “farewell” is a surprisingly flexible word. MAT SINNER never bothered with any of that. He simply got busy. For decades, the German bassist, songwriter and producer has been balancing more projects than most people have unread emails, with PRIMAL […]
  • “We’d been on TV but it didn’t change the world… He was already wandering off, not wanting to be a pop star”: This Pink Floyd song marked the beginning of the end for Syd Barrett

    When Pink Floyd launched second single See Emily Play in 1967, it marked the beginning of their rise to global success – but also the beginning of their end for early leader Syd Barrett.

    Released in March 1967, Pink Floyd’s first single Arnold Layne reached Number 20 on the UK chart. It seems tame now – but Syd Barrett’s whimsical tale of the moonlight clothes thief was considered transgressive by broadcasters, and its airplay soon dwindled.

    Trippy follow-up See Emily Play was less contentious, released in June 1967 and peaking at Number 6 the following month. “We were convinced we’d go higher,” Nick Mason told Prog in 2010. “We were sure A Whiter Shade Of Pale would drop out week to week. But of course it didn’t – it just stuck there!”

    As Prog reported in a rundown of the 10 most important Floyd concerts, See Emily Play had been written by Barrett for a 1967 show billed as Games For May, and shared that title in its earliest form. The event at London’s Queen Elizabeth Hall was described as “a space-age relaxation for the climax of spring – electronic composition, colour and image projection, girls, and the Pink Floyd.” What was not to like?

    The performance included “more or less what was to become The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn, and premiering Emily.” At one point “someone dressed as an admiral gave out daffodils to the audience, while a bubble machine stained the seats – allegedly resulting in a lifelong ban at the venue for the group.”

    Alan Freeman introduced the band for their first appearance on Top Of The Pops. “I suppose we expected more out of it than it could deliver,” the drummer reflects. “It was a bit like going through sheep dip: you’re brought in, you do the rehearsal, then mime rather than actually play live.

    “My main memory is of going into hair and make-up and finding all the road crew having their hair done! Nobody knew who anyone was, so as long as you had long hair, if you wandered in to that area someone would wash your hair.

    “But the show was an anticlimax for all the inevitable reasons – you’d been on telly but it didn’t change the world. The important stuff was still to go out and play.”

    The success of See Emily Play was a milestone in the Pink Floyd story, and it’s still their second highest-charting single by a long chalk, after 1979’s Another Brick In The Wall (Part 2). Its three performances on Top Of The Pops also foreshadowed the troubled times ahead for the song’s mercurial writer.

    “By the time we went back for the second show Syd was not that happy about it,” says Mason. “He was getting a bit weird, so that made it all the more difficult. He felt that John Lennon didn’t do Top Of The Pops, so why should he? He was already wandering off into that area of not wanting to be a pop star.”

    The BBC later wiped all three Top Of The Pops appearances, although a degraded video recording of their first performance, on July 6, was revealed in 2009.

    Once described by Prog as “the perfect marriage of Floyd’s psych sound and Barrett’s lyrical genius,” a subject that’s lingered over the decades is the identity of the song’s titular Emily. It’s often assumed to be the Right Honourable Emily Young, a politician’s daughter who earned the nickname ‘the psychedelic schoolgirl’ at London’s UFO Club, and who later became a revered artist.

    Roger Waters said in 2004 that “Emily could be anyone. She’s just a hung-up chick, that’s all.” But Syd’s girlfriend Jenny Spires – ‘Jennifer Gentle’ in Lucifer Samtold Prog in 2022: “Syd loved the name Emily; quite unusual then, and used to say, ‘If I ever have a daughter I want to call her Emily.’ ‘Emily’ was Syd’s Alice [Through the Looking Glass].”

    As Barrett increasingly rejected the idea of being a pop star, and became more erratic in his behaviour, the band would move on without him. “But See Emily Play was a very important stepping stone in our career,” Mason said. “It was a big part of the journey.”

  • Halfway to the Grave: Kep’s Favorite Death and Black Metal of 2026 So Far

    It’s July! Wild stuff, this year is absolutely flying by. I promise to do more writing in the second half of 2026–work and home lives both have been crazy busy, but I’m gonna make time to bring you the good shit. In the meantime, check out this list of tremendous albums from the first half of the year.


    Good Ass Death Metal

    Kicking things off we have five death metal albums worth getting all hot and bothered about. Think some of these bands are death/doom and should’ve been in another category? Sucks, idc, they’re here because I say so. 

    It’s been the year of the Fs: Danes Foetorem released their first LP of grimy, groovy, crushing riffs that get stuck in your head for days; Brazilian duo Fossilization ratcheted up the sheer evil brutality with another grim, breathtakingly violent opus; and Funebrarum returned with their outstanding first full-length in 17 years, now featuring the brilliant shredster Philippe Tougas as part of their lineup. Meanwhile Italian quartet Devoid of Thought followed up their excellent 2021 debut with a colossal and daring effort, the twists and experiments of which outdo the myriad of squirming patterns on the cover, and Immolation continued their streak of never releasing an album that’s less than exceptional with Descent. Death metal remains great in 2026.


    Slow Shit

    Boy howdy did Furnace Floor come out of nowhere back in May. Ceremonial Passage Through Fire is a smoldering, incendiary listen of slowly churning magma, the best death/doom, blackened or not, I’ve heard this year by a large margin. Bell Witchian melodic lines and crushing, enormous riffage. St. Louis metal scene, I wasn’t familiar with your game. 

    I’ve been lukewarm on some of the big death/doom releases this year that others loved—Bone Weapon comes to mind—but Malignant Aura really hit me hard with their blend of dirging sorrow and choking rage on Where All of Worth Comes to Wither, a sophomore album that concentrates the best aspects of the debut into a particularly potent listen. And Ennui’s is the lone funeral doom album I’ve really loved in 2026, delivering the enormous swells of emotion and towering elegant riffs that I crave. 


    BRVTALITY

    Three records from differing spaces within the brutal death scene, each doing what they do particularly well. You want good old fashioned pummeling à la Disgorge and the like? Stabbing have got your back, with a sophomore record that leveled up all that they offered on their debut. Want a frankly ignorant amount of impenetrable blast beats and the constant WANG of dodgeball snare? Gibbeting truly beat the breath out of me on Execution Rampage, a listen that has far more layers than are immediately apparent. And Trichomoniasis delivered something that’s simultaneously more experimental and more accessible than any of their previous material. It’s goregrind-y and atmospheric and suffocating but spacious and noisy but oddly intelligible and I dare you to not find it fascinating at a bare minimum. 


    It’s Proggy, It’s Techy, It’s Weird!

    Does the idea of prog death from the school of pre-Tangerine Dream obsession Blood Incantation get your motor running? Ordh’s crunchy cosmic debut is your new favorite listen, and if I was ranking these albums it would have a real shot at the top spot. Then at a completely different point in the prog death spectrum is Speglas, whose blackened prog- and post-metal influenced take on melancholic Eurodeath is immaculately melancholy and ultra-polished, and their long-awaited full-length debut was worth every bit of the wait. 

    Rounding out the category are two disparate examples of avant-garde and/or technical death that really shine brighter than the rest. Growth’s take is an ultra-polished, cleanly produced post-metal influenced listen that veers wildly from atmospheric narrative passages to intensely affective emotion to jagged, visceral heaviness. It’s the sort of thing that feels deeply personal but adventurous and wide-ranging while remaining remarkably cohesive. Then there’s Bekor Qilish, whose new album feels like a set of complex geometric equations, warped into impossible shapes by cosmic radiation, viewed through eyes that are slowly freezing solid in the frigid darkness of space. It’s dizzying, horrific stuff. 


    Simply: Black Metal

    Black metal in general hasn’t been impressing me much this year, but the ones that have hit have been big winners. Miserere Luminis, for example, are creating some of the most moving and dynamic atmoblack out there these days, and Walg are now six(!) albums deep since their inception in 2021 and Walg VI is as pristine an effort as any they’ve offered. Elsewhere, French mining black metal quintet Galibot followed up a re-recording of their debut in February with a brand new album in May that ripped harder than the first, while Fire Magic’s new record was an absolute firestorm of jubilant, soaring riffs. My favorite entry on this list, though? That of the delightful Astral Alchemy, a duo from NYC whose band pic and album art includes a glowing pink orb and whose riffs are equal parts icy, woodsy, and cinematic. There’s even a slam with pig squeals!


    u grind?

    Short and to the point here, just like these albums. Okay fine, the Pilori is 34 minutes because they’re not strictly grind. But it doesn’t feel that long! Portland grinders Fake Dust are my new grind obsession and their debut is 19 tracks in 20 minutes of absolutely feral shit in the style of greats like Insect Warfare and Wormrot. And if you like your grind mixed liberally with crust and hardcore and other assorted filth, it’s hard to come across a band that’s doing it at a more quality level than Pilori


    Extremely Good Other Shit

    Here in the catchall category for shit I loved that doesn’t fit neatly elsewhere, chaos reigns. Dionysiaque’s stentorian, theatrical doom is one of the most unique listens of the year so far, all slabs of thick riffs, baritone vocals, and thrashing madness. Polaris Experience, out of Japan, gave us their debut Drifting Through Voids out of nowhere, and it’s the vibrant, addictive prog thrash opus you didn’t know you needed in your life. Hellripper have delivered another triumphant (hell)ripping festival of deliciously wicked blackthrash, and northern Michigan’s enigmatic trio Pan returned from a period of long dormancy with Glacial, a doomy, soulful, crushing ode to folklore and nature that I can’t recommend highly enough. That Atlantic Ridge album, though, is a really special one: blackened doom, slowed to funereal speeds and immaculately balanced in elements. A two-man project from Bedsore’s Jacopo Pepe and Thecodontion’s G.E.F., it somehow feels ancient, mystical, and daring all at once.

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  • 10 essential 80s AOR albums

    Though many of its prime exponents had emerged during the previous decade, newcomers such as Bon Jovi and Europe stepped up to join the elite class of melodic rock in the 1980s. New, more colourful recording techniques served to fine-tune the genre’s palette, and with MTV calling the shots, Def Leppard wreaked multi-platinum hysteria with their album of the same name. 

    These acts were among the era’s preeminent names, but let’s also give a shout-out to Survivor, Night Ranger, Balance, Diving For Pearls, Icon, Giuffria, Signal, Strangeways and a cast way too massive to mention.

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    REO Speedwagon – Hi Infidelity (Sony, 1980)

    This fine band from Illinois had existed for 12 years before their shot at stardom finally arrived. Seven studio and a pair of live albums paved the way for what became one of 1981’s biggest arena rock records, which eventually sold nine million copies.

    Sung by Kevin Cronin (one of the most unmistakable voices in melodic rock), Keep On Loving You established itself among the most famous power ballads of all time, and the harder but equally memorable Take It On The Run, Don’t Let Him Go and Follow My Heart reminding us of the band’s rock credentials.

    Styx – Paradise Theater (A&M, 1981)

    The last of the Chicago band’s four consecutive triple-platinum releases, Paradise Theater was a concept piece based on a fictional, once glorious but now rundown entertainment venue in their home town – and also a metaphor for the American dream.

    For all its unlikely plot, and in stark contrast to the arguments that by now had enveloped the band, Paradise Theater is a cohesive collection of songs, from the strident Rockin’ The Paradise to the pop of Tommy Shaw’s Too Much Time On My Hands, and the Dennis DeYoung crooner The Best Of Times. Styx were living on borrowed time, but it didn’t show.

    Foreigner – 4 (Atlantic, 1981)

    Disappointed by just three million sales of their previous album, and bickering incessantly, Foreigner were down to a four-piece for their fourth album. Inspired by producer Mutt Lange’s work with City Boy, Foreigner invited him to help their revised band find their feet.

    Although Lange could be notoriously difficult, “we were lucky to catch Mutt before he became completely maniacal,” guitarist Mick Jones once told Classic Rock. Juke Box Hero, Urgent and Woman In Black vindicated this decision, the sleek ballad Waiting For A Girl Like You whetting most of the group’s appetite for more of the same.

    Journey – Escape (Columbia, 1981)

    Journey’s seventh studio album and the group’s fourth with Steve Perry on vocals, Escape represented the perfect distillation of the AOR sound. It’s an exquisite, almost flawless collection of songs, produced to shiny perfection by Kevin Elson and Mike Stone.

    Although the full seismic impact of a second single, Don’t Stop Believin’, would not manifest itself until the following millennium when exposed to a new generation of fans, back in the 1980s Escape yielded three further smash 45s, topping the American chart and transforming Journey into stadium-level headliners. Its many delights remain much copied yet never surpassed.

    Toto – Toto IV (Columbia, 1982)

    Despite having trouble holding on to vocalists, Toto made some fine albums in the 1980s, including Isolation (’84), Fahrenheit (’86) and The Seventh One (’88). But it’s Toto IV that most fans come back to.

    Featuring one of rock music’s most emotive ballads, I Won’t Hold You Back, plus the hits that saved the band from certain extinction by transforming them into a household name – Rosanna and AfricaToto IV is quite brilliantly constructed. In 1982 the music industry was stunned when the band took home six Grammys for Toto IV. But six was only fair – it meant they could keep one each.

    Michael Bolton – Everybody’s Crazy (Columbia, 1985)

    What’s not to love about former Blackjack singer Michael Bolton’s fourth solo album (the second to use the abbreviated form of real surname Bolotin)? Joined by ex-Blackjack and future Kiss guitarist Bruce Kulick, plus AOR royalty in Mark Mangold, Peppy Castro and Terry Brock, Bolton wraps his lungs around some of the genre’s most accomplished compositions.

    The title track set mature rock fans blubbing with joy, and Desperate Heart was later covered by Jefferson Starship. Alas, Bolton then turned his back on melodic rock, cultivated the worst mullet in history and became a granny pleaser of the most embarrassing kind.

    Europe – The Final Countdown (Epic, 1986)

    Few who saw it will forget the first time they saw poodle-permed Joey Tempest leading his equally fluffy bandmates through the video for The Final Countdown.

    Although that title song would top the charts in 18 different countries, the Swedish band’s third album is far more than a one-trick pony. Rock The Night and Cherokee kicked like the proverbial mule, Danger On The Tracks was a fine slice of serrated-edged pomp, and Carrie was a top-notch ballad.

    The album’s popularity was too much for guitarist John Norum, but after a period of inactivity the classic line-up reformed in 2003.

    Bon Jovi – Slippery When Wet (Vertigo, 1986)

    It’s very difficult to overstate the effect that Slippery When Wet had on both a slowly stagnating melodic rock scene and the music world at large. Almost overnight it seemed Jon Bon Jovi went from virtual unknown to having his grin and vast hair on the covers of everything from Smash Hits and Metal Hammer to The Dental Gazette.

    This album, Bon Jovi’s third, definitely merited all of that attention. From the passionate You Give Love A Bad Name and Livin’ On A Prayer to boisterous closer Wild In The Streets, it was the sound of a band igniting a genre and also their own self-confidence.

    FM – Indiscreet (Portrait, 1986)

    A slap in the face to all those who believed the UK would never produce a band to match the North American giants, Indiscreet was the debut from London-based five-piece FM. Modestly produced by their manager, it was the soulful vocals of guitarist Steve Overland and a batch of masterful songs that separated FM from the chasing Brit pack.

    Lively, warm and infectious, songs like That Girl, American Girls, Hot Wired and I Belong To The Night all ably strode the pop-rock barrier, while Frozen Heart is a near timeless ballad.

    Def Leppard – Hysteria (Bludgeon Riffola, 1987)

    Indignant at he and his bandmates being mistaken for members of Europe or Bon Jovi at airports during the painstaking four years (during which drummer Rick lost an arm in a car accident) it took to complete this, Def Leppard’s fourth album, bassist Rick Savage once said that Def Leppard’s goal with Hysteria was “to show who sounds like who”.

    With its tribal rhythms (Rocket), scintillating guitar harmonies (Animal, Love Bites, Pour Some Sugar On Me), and awash with the studio trickery of producer Mutt Lange, Hysteria went on to sell a staggering 16 million copies.

  • Review STORMHAMMER “Wrath of the Hammer”

    If a band has been around for more than three decades, they’re clearly doing something right. It also speaks volumes about their dedication to heavy metal. Stormhammer, hailing from Bavaria, Germany, are one of those bands. Founded in 1993, Stormhammer have gone through several lineup changes over the years, with bassist Horst Tessmann remaining the… Continue Reading →