(TheBRHM.com) Every genre eventually has to reckon with its own history, but few have let that history calcify quite like heavy metal has. For a style built on rebellion and volume and the refusal to sit still, the modern fanbase has grown strangely comfortable, strangely protective, strangely allergic to anything ...

(TheBRHM.com) It’s not unusual to see bands with a past they tend to not acknowledge or don’t include in their discographies. Part of this is that the band becomes so associated or known with a sound or genre that those early albums or that transitional album has to go into ...

(TheBRHM.com) There is a band whose name belongs in every serious conversation about American heavy metal, and most people have never heard it. They had everything the moment demanded. And the world still slept on them. Not because they lacked the goods, but because four Black men plugged in and ...

(TheBRHM.com) There are certain bands whose influence runs far deeper than their record sales ever suggested, and Black Death belongs near the top of that list. Long before the rest of us had the language to describe what they were doing, four young men out of Cleveland were quietly rewriting ...

(TheBRHM.com) This music had me before I had the words to explain why, and the band has held my attention long enough that honesty about them feels earned rather than borrowed. So here is the truth of it. A Brother who came up on loud guitars, often the only face ...

(TheBRHM.com) 3 Inches of Blood is a Canadian power metal act from British Columbia known for their fast tempo of use of two vocalists. That was probably the main thing that gave 3IOB that little extra umph. In each of their full length releases the act always had the goods ...

(TheBRHM.com) Some records you listen to. A few of them hit you. Back in Black did the second thing to me before I even understood what was happening. Somewhere in my teenage years, standing over my uncle’s milk crate of vinyl, flipping through it, and I slid that one out ...

(TheBRHM.com) Let me set the scene for you. I’m sixteen, headphones busted on one side, volume shoved way past any safe level, and the opening of Battery comes creeping out the speaker all gentle and Spanish guitar pretty. Then the riff drops and my whole spine snaps straight. I had ...