Last week I was in the woods, contemplating where all the time went as my son celebrated his 16th birthday. This week it’s worse, because on Sunday I turn 50 fuckin’ years old. All I think about is where the time went, why every bone in my body hurts like someone took a hammer to all 206 of them, and why metal just can’t sound like it used to…
That last one’s a lie: metal sounds however you want it to, as long as you know where to look. And we got a bunch of it on this 286th edition of the Nine Circles Playlist. But you’ll have to see for yourself, but I’m not putting any band names in the post this week. Not even The Dirty Nil, which isn’t technically metal but none of us give a shit because the new album is so good and it’s all most of us in the 9C Top Brass have been talking about.
Look, let’s cut to the chase: if you grew up in a certain time period, it was impossible to get away from the spandex, the hairspray, the fishnet and the misogynistic lyrics. Glam and hair “metal” ruled MTV, ruled rock radio, and ruled the fashions of teenagers everywhere. It also served as a gateway for thousands of kids that would later move into deeper and darker waters. So congratulations if you only listened to “cool” music as a kid – you were either born much later than I was (early 70s), or you were one of the burnouts behind the gym smoking and listening to Slayer. In both cases congratulations: you’ll probably live longer than me in the one instance, and in the other know I secretly coveted your cool shirts and was enthralled by the music, though it’d be a few years before I bought it.
For this edition of Nine Circles ov… I tried to stay away from obvious answers and obvious classics. So you won’t see Mötley Crüe’s Too Fast For Love or Twisted Sister’s Under the Blade (feel free to fight me on those). You won’t see glammed up 80s entries from bands who rocked hard in the 70s like Scorpions and Kiss. And you certainly won’t see all the great speed and thrash bands that still kill to this day. I went under the bed and pulled out the shoebox of cassettes, dusted them off with my tiger striped bandanna and found a few gems that resonate with me 30 years later. So raise a lighter and let’s have some fun. Continue reading →