(TheBRHM.com) Somewhere between the endless hunt for the next big thing and the tired grumble that nothing good gets made anymore, two groups from different corners of America have been doing something quietly radical. They stopped chasing. Sumerlands out of Philadelphia and Eternal Champion out of Austin looked at the ...

(TheBRHM.com) Somebody always ends up holding the short straw. In every gang of legends there’s the name spoken last, with a touch less reverence, the one folks nod at politely before circling right back to the heavy hitters. For the better part of forty years that role landed on five ...

(TheBRHM.com) Rock bands are supposed to fall apart. That is more or less built into the job the second real money shows up. One guy develops a habit. Another decides he wrote all the good parts and everybody else is dead weight. A manager skims, a lawyer gets involved, and ...

(TheBRHM.com) Something cracked open in the summer of 1991, and you felt it before you could explain it. “Enter Sandman” came slinking out of car speakers with that heavy, dragging riff, and all of a sudden the guys who used to live on the fringes were sitting right there in ...

(TheBRHM.com) Most people slap a label on this band and walk away satisfied. Funk rock. Two words, case closed. That tag has followed them since the mid eighties, and it flattens something that deserves a much closer listen. What they built over four decades refuses to sit still inside any ...

(TheBRHM.com) Go through the metal albums that actually stuck around and you keep bumping into the same thing. Somewhere on the track list sits a cut that has no business being there, and half the time that misfit is exactly why the whole record still lands. Distortion does a funny ...

(TheBRHM.com) They kept showing up. That’s the whole story once you strip it down. The obituaries kept coming. Radio moved on to whatever felt safer that season. And the people who built this music just kept plugging in anyway. There was no parade. Not one apology offered. Just another van, ...

(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) 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) Few acts in rock history have blurred the border between musicianship and merchandising as completely as the four New Yorkers who turned greasepaint into a fortune. Here’s the thing nobody wants to say at the cookout. The legend got built on lunchboxes. Now hold on before you fire off ...