Gruesome Greg

Finally making my way down to Milwaukee…

You gotta love a city whose major concert hall changed its name to match the fictional venue where Spinal Tap performed in the legendary mockumentary. Alas, beer is probably the first thing that comes to mind when you think Milwaukee–or maybe zoo animals, if you’re into that–but it does have a bit of metal history as well…

No, I’m not going to see Ghost again…

Alas, when I saw Ghost the first time around, they only had the debut album to draw from. I was quite surprised at how many kids were both moshing and singing along to the likes of “Elizabeth” and “Satan’s Prayer,” but their performance didn’t strike such a chord with me….

Of course, it just HAD to snow on Record Store Day…

First thing I thought when I woke up this morning was “Hey, it’s Record Store Day!” No, not Hitler’s Birthday, the Columbine Massacre Anniversary, the day Black Sabbath tickets go on sale (I got mine on Thursday via presale–33rd row floors) or even that day when everybody gathers in a park to smoke pot. Apparently, purchasing vinyl is now more important to me than smoking marijuana. I think I’m becoming a square, maaaaan!

Soooo, where do I buy my Black Sabbath tickets next weekend?

Black Sabbath has yet to announce any North American tour dates, but when Universal Music Canada unwittingly leaked that they’d be playing Toronto, oh, about a month ago, we were alerted to the fact that they’re supposed to be coming to town August 14th. What Universal doesn’t say is when tickets go on sale, although I’ve heard rumours about April 13th either being a pre-sale or official on-sale date…

How NOT to promote your Austrian stoner rock band…

For a moment there, I thought I had hit the jackpot. All these attractive young women were adding me on Facebook–and they appeared to be into heavy rock too, what with names like Lilly Rockgrrl and Rocksy Stoner. But then I found out it was all a ruse, perpetrated by the management of an Austrian stoner rock band…

A fond farewell to Quest For Fire…

In my 7.5 years of living in Toronto, I’ve seen my share of local bands break up, but last night was the first time I saw one pack the Horseshoe Tavern for their farewell gig. The venue couldn’t have been more fitting, as it was there that my relationship with Quest For Fire began five years ago–and almost to the day, at that…