(Roadrunner, 1984) Mercyful Fate upped the fright factor in 1984 with the release of ‘Don’t Break the Oath.’ The foreboding album cover sends a direct message to the listener, especially when reading along to the lyrics of the overtly Satanic hymn that is the title track. Fusing element...
(Roadrunner, 1984) Mercyful Fate upped the fright factor in 1984 with the release of ‘Don’t Break the Oath.’ The foreboding album cover sends a direct message to the listener, especially when reading along to the lyrics of the overtly Satanic hymn that is the title track. Fusing element...
Darius Rucker:"Ol Church Hymn" is the song she would have been most in love with. I did that song withChapel Hart. It was funny, because I had never heard of them and I'm just going through Twitter and I see these three Black chicks singing country music, so I turn it up and th...
Now I’m Playing With Madness!” It’s easy to imagine that, after working on the heavy and proggy ‘Seventh Son Of A Seventh Son,’ Maiden wanted to have some light-hearted fun. This Van Halen-like jam definitely is fun, and also pretty bonkers: the lyrics are about “Black Bart,”...
As I considered the passing of a hero this weekend, I did have this thought. Although the passage from life to death seems to be a long and arduous one, I can almost hear that crackly voice coming through the little speaker again, as he steps into eternity and says one final time,“...
Gibbs mostly tabs respected OGs. He and Pusha T find magic again on the Sevn Thomas, Sean Momberger and Jahaan Sweet-produced collab "Gold Rings," while the cinematic-sounding Jake One-produced "Lobster Omelette" featuring Rick Ross is another highlight that shows Gibbs is still one of the ...
7. Swimming laps is a great time for running hymn lyrics. 6. Riding a bike through the country affords you views such as this one. 5. Endorphins and dopamine, the natural kind. 4. You won’t be the only one wearing a wetsuit to the party. 3. You can train with your siblings and...
There is no song more audacious. From it’s very title it runs a dark claw beneath the stiff upper lip of modern day Britannia. It’s the Kraut-rock opera for a traffic jam, a pummelling hymn for those encased in the metal coffin of capitalism. The spiritually constipated. The Ok Commu...
I never thought I’d sing in front of anyone—ever again. The fellow wandered into the music store today with a sheaf of papers in his hand—lyrics and chords for a strange conglomeration of songs. In his Boston accent, a feature that certainly makes him stand out here in the foothills...
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