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When one talks about the “Metal Gods,” he or she immediately thinks of the classic song by Judas Priest bearing that name. Sadly, that song, though boss, is about giant robots taking over the earth, which is a little lame overall.
EDITORIAL INTERN CHRIS KROVATIN: FINAL SIX—THE SIX MOST METAL HORROR MOVIES & THE SIX MOST METAL R
Smell that outside? Woodsmoke and cold concrete, leaves exploding orange, cracked latex, all with just a hint of cocoa and pumpkin? That’s October, baby.
EDITORIAL INTERN CHRIS KROVATIN: FINAL SIX— THE SIX BEST & LAMEST THINGS ABOUT GOING TO A BLACK METAL SHOW
Ah, black metal. Nothing moves my heart quite like the grating sounds of grim, bleak, satanic black metal.
Despite it being a Wednesday, New York City’s Knitting Factory has filled up nicely for tonight’s Watain concert.
EDITORIAL INTERN CHRIS KROVATIN: FINAL SIX— THE SIX BEST & LAMEST THINGS ABOUT WORKING AT REVOLVER
The summer after I published my first Young Adult novel, Heavy Metal & You (PLUG, motherfucks), I did a reading at the American Librarian Association’s annual conference in Chicago, which, I realized later, was kind of a big deal.
By Chris Krovatin Chris Reifert, drummer and vocalist of Autopsy, is not a simple man. On the one hand, Autopsy have released The Headless Ritual, one of their greatest albums and certainly their most vicious in years, to thundering approval and rabid praise. On the other hand, on the phone, Reifert is beyond chill, an […]
It’s 1999, metal music is officially in the crapper, and all my friends are dying their braids green. One day, while grabbing a copy of Korn’s Issues, I saw a copy of Darkane’s Rusted Angel on the rack.
Chris Barnes has always been a strange guy…But a Mötley Crüe fan?
Chris Krovatin is the author of multiple young adult novels, including Heavy Metal & You, Venomous, and Gravediggers: Mountain of Bones. He also fronts the New York metal band Flaming Tusk. He is a contributing writer for Revolver and generally comes off as a good-natured pain in everyone’s collective ass. This column represents his opinions–and […]
It’s been six years since Greece’s Septicflesh reinvigorated their sound with the epic Communion, and not much has changed. On Titan, one finds the same mixture of cinematic orchestrals, layered growls, and pneumatic drums. What’s lacking at times is cohesion—often, Septicflesh’s polished, overproduced sound feels haphazard and directionless. Still, tracks like “Order of Dracul” and […]