FOR THE LOVE OF METAL
“When I was asked by my friends in Fragile Existence to come out and try my hand at doing some video recording, I had no idea what I was in for with the rest of the night. It was only weeks later that I had a look at the headline for the bill… GORGUTS.. and realized the guardian angel of death metal was watching out for me.”
Live review and photos by Danielle Griscti
By Gruesome Greg There’s quite the back story behind this band. Seattle guitarist Aaron Edge, suffering from multiple sclerosis, sets out to record his…
Review and photos by Danielle Griscti Nights like this just don’t happen often enough! Bringing together heavy metal and comedy, The Governor’s Bash saw…
When the gods made heavy metal, it was the thunder issued from Bill Ward’s fists that set the scene, at least as equally as Tony Iommi’s lightning. You could not have had that demon birth with a lesser drummer at the helm. Mixing the satanic swing of jazz with sheer brute clobbering force, Bill Ward’s drumming turned the oldest form of long-distance communication into a manifesto of power. And a thousand children picked up sticks.
Hellbound’s Kyle Harcott in conversation with original Black Sabbath drummer Bill Ward about his new art project, entitled Absence of Corners, and his upcoming musical releases.
It’s a brilliant idea for a book and for the most part, the idea is brilliantly executed. Stewart-Panko and Smith have done an admirable job of gathering and organizing first-hand accounts from dozens of metal/hardcore scene luminaries, including members of Red Fang, Fuck the Facts, KEN Mode, Jucifer, Brutal Truth, Dying Fetus, and Dillinger Escape Plan. Needless to say, their stories are alternately illuminating, hilarious, and cringe-worthy.
By Steve Earles It was unlikely that Cathedral guitar legend Gaz Jennings would go into premature retirement with the demise of the already much-missed…
Black Sabbath’s 13 might not have Bill Ward on drums, but this album does. Well, the first four songs of it, anyways. Seems that Bill Sabbath was slumming around back in ’83 when he hooked up with some cat named Mezmercardo for some session work, and the rest was buried in history… until now.
Once again, Hellbound offers you some of the best holiday gift-giving suggestions to satisfy your favourite metallers.
Laura Wiebe reviews the December 7th album release party performance by Hamilton metal veterans Varga at Club Absinthe. Live photos by Adam Wills
From the black metal roar of “The Tower” to the melancholic beauty of “The Seat of Severence”, Obsian is a complex and flowing work. As elaborate as it can be, it’s simple in how it forces the basest of human emotion to rise to the surface and dominate the experience. It’s a masterwork that continues to reveal the layers of its bleakness with warmth rather than cold.