I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and...

I let that swim around in my aching head for a few minutes – “the arsenal of megadeath…the arsenal of megadeath” – and then, for some reason I can’t quite explain, I began to write....

Things began to go wrong when I was seventeen. My band’s twenty-year-old lead guitarist earned seven years in jail for a drug-fuelled spree of violence. The other band members were quick to let go of...

The Devil has all the best tunes? My arse! Metalville just got a new sheriff.

I lay in bed that night, a first-time drunkard at seven years of age, pondering the punishment I knew would arrive on callused palms. In the forest, as if sensing my plight, wolves howled nocturnal...

EAT YOUR HEART OUT” to reach the goal.From the poem- Holy Dio: the Diver (A tribute to Ronnie James Dio)

He’s reading a book called Great Warlocks of the 18th Century, and to get this ball rolling before Dean Devlin shows up and rains on our private parade, I snort and ask, “Good book?”I forget...

If I’ve got a Dad, and his name is Wormwood Rot, and he’s in some heavy metal rock band called Grave Dirt . . . then I’m definitely meeting him!She stares at me awkwardly, and...