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(TheBRHM.com) Some careers burn bright and vanish fast. Two strong records, a couple of tours, then the slow slide into nostalgia bookings and reunion paydays. Mille Petrozza never signed up for that ending, and these days he is still very much on the attack, not resting on a plaque. He ...

(TheBRHM.com) Kurdt Vanderhoof already knew what he wanted his band to sound like while most everybody else was still fumbling toward it. Metal Church had begun in San Francisco, but after Vanderhoof returned to his hometown of Aberdeen, Washington, the lineup that became the classic Metal Church took shape. This ...

(TheBRHM.com) Bring up Hendrix and folks reach for the tie-dye first. The scarves. That burning guitar at Monterey. Flowers in the hair, incense curling through some California afternoon in 1967. That picture stuck, and it flattened him. What got buried underneath all the soft-focus mythology was the pure menace in ...

(TheBRHM.com) The needle hit the wax, maybe three seconds of a riff rolled by, and you already knew whose record was turning. No vocals required. That counted for something back then. It meant you were paying attention when paying attention was the whole point. A buddy would flip a cassette ...

(TheBRHM.com) The argument surfaces in every rock circle sooner or later. One side insists Led Zeppelin invented heavy metal. The other pushes back, and the honest answer lives between them. That first surge of loud never had a lone architect. Black Sabbath gave doom its funeral crawl. Deep Purple married ...

(TheBRHM.com) Somewhere along the way the story got sanded down. The Beatles became the tidy soundtrack of your grandmother’s china cabinet, all handclaps and moon and June couplets, something you hum in an elevator without anyone flinching. That picture is a lie of omission. Buried in the catalog runs a ...

(TheBRHM.com) Something shifted once the calendar rolled past 1999. A wave of younger bands came up doing the one thing a good chunk of longtime listeners could not stomach. They cracked themselves open. The old guard roared about war, about demons, about the joy of burning everything to the ground. ...

(TheBRHM.com) Somewhere along the way a lot of critics decided who Bruce Springsteen was and quit paying attention. They handed the man a uniform. Blue collar poet. Bard of the assembly line. The voice of some guy clocking out at the plant with grease under his fingernails and a mortgage ...

(TheBRHM.com) Ask most folks to name the architects of heavy music and you get the same short list on repeat. Sabbath. Zeppelin. Purple. Maybe Priest, if the person did a little homework. Those legends earned their thrones, no argument here. Yet a thought gnaws at me whenever that roll call ...

(TheBRHM.com) Rock crowds remember whoever owned the front of the stage. Fair enough, that is the gig. But the person keeping those careers upright was usually a few steps back where nobody bothered to look. Start with Malcolm Young. Everybody watched his little brother Angus duck-walk across the boards in ...

(TheBRHM.com) Longevity behind the microphone in rock and metal owes far less to a lucky throat than to what a singer actually does to guard it over the long haul. And plenty of them guarded nothing at all. Here is the cruel part. Every other part of the show has ...

(TheBRHM.com) Every genre keeps a canon, and heavy metal guards its own with near religious fervor. Iron Maiden gets the arenas. Judas Priest owns the leather and the reverence. Accept earned credit for welding precision onto aggression before half the world caught up. And then there is a name that ...

(TheBRHM.com) Every legendary band tends to carry two names, the face crowds scream until their throats give out, and the person quietly keeping the machine from cracking apart. Rarely are they the same. Think about it. You can rattle off frontmen without breaking a sweat. The screamers, the poets, the ...

(TheBRHM.com) Ronnie James Dio brought something to heavy metal that most singers never touch. Call it authority, or imagination, or plain conviction. His voice could turn a microphone into a doorway, and behind it sat somewhere older and bigger than the room you stood in. Think about that. Here was ...