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We've been hitting up metal bands and fans from around the globe to get their most devastating mosh pit stories, and this week drummer Daniel Liljekvist of Swedish act Katatonia shares the following tale of losing an eyebrow piercing and getting an impromptu tattoo:
So back in 1997-1998, me and a girl I used to know traveled all across Sweden photographing bands we liked. Especially the band Refused. This story takes place at a small venue in Stockholm called Kafé 44. I think it takes around 250 people and the place was packed! There were some 200 more kids outside in the street that didn’t get in. So the bands on the bill (Refused and The Hives, who actually opened for Refused back then) decide to play two sets at the same night. So as soon as the venue was empty with people after the first set they start bringing in the kids that waited outside. I had a photo pass so I could stay for both sets however; I had run out of film for the camera so I decided to just watch the second set.
Pretty soon I was in the pit myself. People were stage diving, moshing and when they played the song “Circle Pit” all hell broke loose. I climbed up on top of the PA system and dived straight into the crowd, hitting my forehead in someone’s belt buckle and in the same time ripping out my eyebrow piercing. So I’m bleeding like hell and have a big chunk of eyebrow dangling as I try to stand up when another diver lands on me, ass first on my lap, and it stings. Turns out the guy who landed on me had a ball pointed pen in his back pocket and it had penetrated my right thigh. So now I have a small blue dot that will always remind me of that awesome night in Stockholm. My first tattoo even. Cheers!
In other recent news, the band managed to get an easter egg included in the new video game "Skyrim." Katatonia also just finished a North American tour alongside Opeth in support of the band's most recent album "Night is the New Day" (reviewed here). You can check out an interview with Katatonia from the tour by heading over to this location. The band is also expected to release information in the near future about working on a new full-length album.
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The almighty metal mosh pit: sanctuary to some, place of unfortunate pain for others. Every week we seek out fans and bands to share their most memorable mosh pit stories, and this week guitarist David Davidson of Revocation shares the following tale of a drunken stage dive. A bloody clip of the aftermath is also available below.
My mosh pit story took place during the Darkest Hour Legacy Tour. We were playing in Cleveland at a club called Peabody's and the DH dudes bought a shit ton of booze to get the party started early. I was drinking heavily and was talking with Misha from Periphery about the joys of stage diving. He had mentioned that he had never done it before and in my drunken state I convinced him there was nothing to worry about so I decided to demonstrate for him. I jumped of the stage backwards and at the same time head first. Unfortunately I over shot my jump and landed directly on the back of my head, busting my dome open. After a quick trip to the emergency room I returned to the show with 8 staples in the back of my head. Good times!
In other Revocation news, the band recently shot a new music video for the track "No Funeral."
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Every week Metalunderground.com seeks out fans and bands to share their memorable stories from the mosh pit. This week Jason Mackenroth, formerly of Rollins Band and current Mack member, shares a story of clearing out a Motorhead pit.
It was July 15th, 2000 and we were in the middle of a particularly intense Rollins Band summer tour of Europe. We'd been on a handful of dates with Motorhead on our European travels and this night Rollins Band was going on before Motorhead at the Monster Mastership Festival in Dortmund, Germany.
We'd hung a bit with Mikkey and Phil before the show and Mikkey watched our set and I remember having a pretty great show. So with my work behind me for the evening, I was ready for Motorhead. The Motorhead pit is always in top form it seems. I couldn't help getting involved. So I step in and start doing my thing, and end up running into our road manager, Mike Curtis. Apparently, I'd hit him in the face! He quickly got my attention and I immediately grabbed both his hands in a criss-cross handshake. The two us did the infamous whirly-bird throughout the pit and cleared it completely in seconds, flinging people with the greatest of ease. With the kind of momentum this move generates, it usually knocks people right out of the ring. But it seemed like most folks just got out of the way before they were hit and left pulseless.
Mack — featuring former Rollins Band drummer Jason Mackenroth, bassist Michael “MK” Kelly (Magnified), and guitarist Billy O’Malley (Seka, Stripmind, Jocobono) — just released "Pay To Play," the follow-up to Mack’s self-titled debut album. Blas Elias (Slaughter) is the band’s live drummer, enabling Mackenroth to step out front on lead vocals. A Mack 2012 U.S. tour will also be announced soon.
The Las Vegas Review-Journal called the "Pay To Play" album “a modern-day update of the harder edges of Kiss' '70s catalog: songs of sex, sin and redemption powered by shout-along hooks, octopus-armed drumming and lots of fist-in-the-air guitar soloing. It's a visceral, overheated, organic-sounding recording.” You can check out Mack's music by heading over to the band's Reverbnation page here.
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Each week we chat up bands and fans everywhere to get their favorite pit stories and tales from live shows. This week's story of alcohol induced mayhem comes courtesy of Dead Horse Trauma, which recently released the new album "Tellus Hodiernus Caducus" (reviewed here). Below is vocalist Eric Davidson's retelling of a fan's run in with the police at a show in Fargo.
First thing that comes to mind was a show at The Nestor Tavern in Fargo, ND. We didn't know it at the time, but we were having some really uncomfortable conversations with this shady drunk guy, who had minutes before stabbed his roommate for taking his liquor. I didn't notice the blood on his shirt while he was talking to me, but my band mates saw it. Cops were swarming the house next to the venue, and eventually this guy ended up getting slammed against the back of our RV and arrested. Made for some sweet footage that we used on our video for "No Recollection."
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Every week we check in with fans and bands to get their mosh pit stories from metal shows. This time around bassist Gredin of French experimental act Hypno5e has shared a story of an ill-timed stage dive.
It was in Chandler, in the south of Chicago, 3 years ago, it was our first American tour with Hypno5e, the gig was going so well that I decided to jump into the crowd, brainless. The thing was that the lights were pretty bad so from the stage I couldn't see a thing. I happened to jump on a fat lady in her fifties, she rolled over and crashed under a table of the bar. I was too excited to notice anything, my comrades on stage were laughing while playing but I didn't understand why...
After the show I was told about all that, the lady s ankle was a little hurt and she was saying she was looking for the one in charge to sue him. Fortunately, the woman was the mother of a good friend of the guy who booked the show (a really good fellow by the way) so she stopped complaining at some point. That's the day I learned that going to court was the American way for having the wealth charges payed back since they didn't have any welfare system.
To hear tracks available for streaming online and find out what's going on with the band, head over to the Hypno5e MySpace music profile. Be sure to check back in again next Tuesday as we share more stories from the mosh pit.
The mid-nineties saw Mortician getting heavy airplay for their "House By the Cemetery" EP, so by the time their classic full-length "Hacked Up for Barbecue" was released, there was keen interest in them coming and doing a live gig in Vegas. These Yonkers, NY natives had a reputation as brutal as the Son of Sam infested streets they were from and certainly were about to live up to it with the twisted free for all that was about to follow.
This would be the first ever tour for this two-piece combo of Will Rahmer and Roger Beaujard and whoever would sit in as their session drummer. (They had never bothered recruiting anyone new after their original drummer Matt lost his battle with demonizing luxuries) They figured they could get a gig lined up in our city, but someone had forgotten to tell them that the roof had collapsed on the main concert venue. Most bands would have been deterred, but not Mortician. They had just gotten on the road to tour, hooking up with fans in different cities and improvising where to play. Nothing was stopping them, and they even had t-shirts printed up with all the "tour dates" and cities on them.More...
Each week we talk with bands and fans from across the metal spectrum to get their best most pit stories. New York's Tiger Flowers just released a self-titled EP last week through The Path Less Traveled records, and vocalist Jesse Madre has checked with Metalunderground.com to share a pit story about a drunk bassist wrecking ball saved from certain doom by a fan who doubled as an air bag.
Back home in NYC it was February, but out on the road the air and nights were more fair. We were south bound in more ways than one and we found ourselves in South Carolina's clear, night air. We were a week out with our Norwegian friends, March of Echoes, and were enjoying teaching them about Motley Crue and the right and wrong ways to rock, gluttonous American style. We pull up to the venue in our usual, punctilious manner, barely on time and 1/2 of us naked, to find a decently good looking crowd to see the foreigners and ourselves. Flattered as we were that they wanted to spend a night with us, we unloaded quickly and saddled up to the bar where we were greeted like old friends. Now, Jager isn't our brand of choice, but the barkeep offered free shots of it to us, being as we were "on the road" and all. And when in Rome... We gladly accepted. And accepted. And accepted. We are, if anything, gracious guests. Time goes by a little slower down south... which leads to more time to shout, "One more!"
Next thing we know it's time to rock and, being the consummate professionals we are, we go up and make the drive there worth it for us and everyone. We play hard and fast and fill the night with our electric storm! Dean is ripping the strings from his Gibson, Dan pummels the drums like he just caught them finger-banging his sister. I'm doing my throat thing and screaming down the skies when I look over at the now famous Puerto Rican Cowboy, Will Gomez, and he's swinging his bass like an axe on top of the drum riser. I see it in his eyes, he's feeling loose and thinking about pulling his anti-gravity move. The one were he seems to explode, like 2, maybe 3 inches off the ground and then jerks his feet back and forth like a fish out of water. The look in his eyes is true. He does the jump off the drum riser (which is only risen about 4 inches) and flies more sideways then up. His feet touch the stage and never really settle under him and I watch him kick them cartoon-style, trying to get them back underneath him, but he's running out of real estate. The edge of the stage is approaching his flailing feet too fast and just as he realizes and his eyes meet mine in a last look of horror, a savior swoops in and saves him from his doom.
Will Gomez falls right on top of the drunkest girl in the club while she's in the middle of her own little dance competition, two stepping to her own beat. She doesn't even know what hit her. Will Gomez is a wrecking ball and he never hits the ground. But god damn she does. Hard. Will Gomez hops back on stage just as the song's ending and in between the silence of the instruments and the coming roar of laughter, the airbag that saved Will Gomez shouts out (in the best Southern accent we've heard) "OH NO! MY ANKLE'S BROKE! OH WAIT, IT'S NOT BROKE BUT IT'S DEFINITELY SPUUURRAAAINED!!!" Will, being the gentleman that he is, goes over and asks her what he can do to help. She replies in the same shout-talk as before, "YOU CAN LET ME COME UP THERE AND DANCE WITH YOU!"
Obviously, we finished the set with her on stage go-going all around Will's bass set up, grinding the night away to Will's slick bass lines.
Tiger Flowers was covered earlier this year in the New York edition of the Unearthing the Metal Underground column, provided by none other than Vince Neilstein of Metal Sucks. For more details on Tiger Flowers you can also head over to the band's Facebook profile.
Every week in Pit Stories we travel the world looking for interesting stories from fans and bands from different shows. Today we take you to a Cannibal Corpse show from the early nineties, proving that truth can be stranger than fiction - or at least a song can be a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The Huntridge was a refurbished movie theatre in downtown Las Vegas, Nevada that used to play host to all the hardcore and metal shows coming to town. Back in 1994, our station - KUNV - was promoting the Cannibal Corpse show there, and the turnout was huge for a Monday night. Usually you wouldn't see that many metal fans there, even on the weekend. Cannibal Corpse were touring prior to the release of their album "The Bleeding," which would prove to be a landmark album. This show at the Huntridge was one of the last in which Chris Barnes was at the helm of the band, and you could say he went out in style. MTV Europe was there with a blue-haired woman named Vanessa, filming onstage with her camcorder.
The teeming energy of the pit was intense, but this one idiot kept getting on stage over and over and diving into the crowd. He obviously wanted to appear on the camera footage but was truly pissing off all the metalheads he was landing on each time. The songs that Chris and the band were growling out mostly came off "The Bleeding," and prophetically all the events that would come to pass in the next hour were like the song titles personified. It was unreal. Shortly after "Stripped, Raped and Strangled" played, the whole pit got disgusted with the stagediving kid and tore his clothes off, kicking and shoving him right to the exit door. A burly security guy grabbed him by the throat and bounced him out the door (without his clothes on) right into that cold Vegas February night.
Just when the pit got it's momentum back, the big theatre doors way back by the nosebleed seats thrusted open with activity. Two security guards were kicking the crap out of a guy who broke into the merchandise display booth in an attempt to steal some Cannibal Corpse t-shirts. They had his face on the ground, shards of broken glass from the case all over the floor. This was right about the same time the band played "Force Fed Broken Glass." One thing about Cannibal Corpse that night - they weren't just voyeuristic horror. Everyone "lived" what they were playing. It is good to note that "An Experiment In Homicide" was not on the set list.
Cannibal Corpse have begun work on a new album, set to be released in 2012. Join us every Tuesday when we bring you more Pit Stories from bands and fans from around the globe.
Every week we catch up with bands and fans to hear their favorite mosh pit stories from metal shows. This week Landmine Marathon's Ryan Butler shares a story of how one foot of space can make all the difference in house shows.
We played a house show in Santa Fe, New Mexico at one point and it was all adobe houses in a really nice neighborhood. We pulled up to the house and there are birthday balloons on the sign that said “Show Here.” We get in there, in a decent sized house, and we set up to play and once you put 30 kids in the room it’s cramped with all our gear. We start to play and Dylan ended up on the side of the room that just had the bulk of the kids and I was kind of up against the wall on the other side. He’s trying to play guitar and kids are flipping each other across the tops of their heads and just moshing like crazy. His guitar was cutting out every 30 seconds to 2 minutes because they’d step on his pedal board or fall on top of him literally and knock him to the ground.
About halfway through the set this guy yells out that he’s pretty sure he broke his foot, which is not funny until you see he’s still moshing, and he ends up moshing the entire show and having a great time. He hangs out at the after party, which was right in the same room, and is limping around. We tell him he should probably go the hospital, but he says he doesn’t care, he’s got to work tomorrow and he knows it’s broken, so there’s nothing going to the hospital that night will do. It was just chaos the whole time. We tend to enjoy shows where there’s not a stage sometime because it gets crazier. We just played a show in Reno and usually we tend to end up in basements, which in Reno are actually the size of venues, some of them. The kids go crazy and are right on top of you. We played in a bar in Reno for probably the first time in two or three years and kids were going nuts, but it’s just not quite the same. The energy level changes for some reason when there’s only one foot of separation for some reason. When you’ve got kids falling all over you its just pure adrenaline, so that’s the difference between playing on the floor and playing on the stage. One foot can make all the difference.
Landmine Marathon is set to release the new album "Gallows" on September 27th, 2011. You can check out a track from the album, titled "Three Snake Leaves," by heading over here.
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We've been catching up with fans and band members everywhere to get their mosh pit stories and tales of on-stage mishaps. This week guitarist Kim Olesen of Anubis Gate shares the following story of a technological malfunction.
I'll share a little tale of how tech stuff can let you down. The first concert we did in support of our previous album "The Detached," I had my in-ear monitor system attached to the strap (as I always have). Everything's going fine. We start the track “Dodecahedron.” I'm playing rockstar, standing on the drum podium. So far so good....until I jump down and my in-ear beltpack receiver empties itself of all the batteries. That's critical because that was almost all the sound I had on stage. Luckily this song has some passages that would sound OK if I didn't play so in-between playing without hearing what I play (looking at my fingers and hoping routine will do it). I'm searching the stage floor for the batteries, which must have looked very strange. Four guys playing away and the fifth guy crawling on stage to find his batteries. That day I learned to put gaffa tape around the receiver. Maybe not a big lesson for mankind, but a big lesson for this guitarist.
Anubis Gate is set to release the band's new, self-titled album (reviewed here) this coming September 13th, 2011. To see what bassist Henrik Fevre had to say about the album, head over to this location and check out Metalunderground.com's recent interview with the band.
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We've been checking up with bands and fans everywhere to get their most memorable mosh pit stories from live shows. This week you get two stories for the price of one, courtesy of The World We Knew.
Two specific situations stand out in my mind when I think of "Pit Stories" while on the road; One of them is funny, and the other very violent! Always start with the bad news...
While on the road with our friends in Within the Ruins, our bands had a contest to see who would have the most fights during our sets on tour. We never encouraged the fights, but we tallied each one for the sake of competition. After 3 weeks, we tied 4 to 4, but then decided that TWWK had the most violent fight in Houston, TX.
While playing our last song, a girl decided to punch some guy in the face while moshing. The dude was so heated that he decided it would be a good idea to take a swing right back at the girl. After knocking her straight off her feet, the girls 10 guy friends sitting down decided to beat the offender repeatedly with bar stools. It got so violent that Tim (Guitar) and myself had to get off stage and try to break it up to insure no one was dead!
This other pit story also involves fighting, but ends in a funnier fashion. While in Northern Alabama, we were forced to once again stop our set on a count of fighting, but this time, I decided to brighten the mood a little bit. While talking into the microphone, I decided to walk up to each one of the fighters and asked them kindly to give me a hug. The kids were so flustered and confused with my comment that they forgot they were fighting. The whole crowd laughed loudly at what was going on, and both guys hugged me to end the pit beef. Apparently no one can handle getting hit while dancing these days. Nothing a good hug can't fix though!
The World We Knew released the new album "Death Dealer" today, August 30th via BlkHeart Group, and the album is currently available for streaming in its entirety through Guitarworld.com here.
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We've been seeking bands and fans everywhere to get their memorable mosh pit stories, and this week's story about a sudden invasion of blue spandex superheroes comes courtesy of Florida's Catalepsy.
This “pit story” took place about a year ago when we were in Myrtle Beach, SC. We were playing this tiny dive bar right on the beach in some random basement. We were just finishing up line check and were about to start our set when we we came to the sudden realization that there was literally no one inside the venue.
Bummed out but still needing our pay, we decided to fight the good fight and play anyways. After about 20 seconds into our opening song, a couple of kids started to file in wearing these blue, Spiderman like body suits. By the end of the second song, the venue was completely packed full of matching blue spandex superheroes. What that all was about, well, the world may never know. Quite the experience...
Catalepsy recently release the new album "Bleed" through Eulogy Recordings. You can check out a music video for the album's title track here or listen to the song "Monolith" by heading over to this location. For additional details on Catalepsy, navigate to the band's Facebook profile.
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We've been seeking out bands and fans everywhere to get their most memorable and outrageous mosh pit stories. This week we have a tale to share from screamer Trevor Tatro, of Oklahoma six piece Outline in Color, about an unfortunately vomit-fueled altercation in the pit.
Over the years I've been to a plethora of shows. Whether I'm playing one or attending I always try to keep an eye on the pit. Usually I'm not windmilling or two stepping because I have the stature of a buffer Rosie O' Donnell and when I dance I look like a orangutan on meth.
Anyways there's one blumpkin of a pit that comes to mind from a few years back at what I think was a Stick to Your Guns show (I don't remember, it might have been this sick Metro Station show but anyways...). There was a select group of pasty suburb kids as tall as yard sticks who were attempting to do that wheelbarrow jumping jack move that basically screams "yah I could mosh but I'd rather fellate/get kissy with my step dad." While doing this the pair of goons bumped into the wrong tough guy. In mid air tough guy donkey kicks the kid who ran into him right in the stomach, which I felt was a proper reaction at the time. This led to a fit of puking and getting butthurt among friends but that didn't stop him from getting up and throwing some punches (all the while covered in vomit and tears). Needless to say raging wasn't this guys' forte and colonel creatine fed him fists for a minute until security broke it up.
To check out Outline in Color's music or find out the latest info on the band, head over to the group's Facebook profile here.
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Metalunderground.com has been hitting up bands and fans everywhere to get their most memorable mosh pit stories. This week Tom Brumpton of Akarusa Yami shares a story of his former band Kallous playing a terrifying show in a fallout shelter in the Czech Republic.
In 2007 my old band Kallous was playing a Festival in the Czech Republic and it was absolutely terrifying. While we were over there we got invited to play a smaller venue called The Bunker, which was an old fallout shelter from the war. It was 30 feet underground and smelt terrible. There were 7 bands, a Neo-Nazi dancing throughout by himself, the stage was at the bottom of a ramp, and there was no crowd to be seen as the “Bunker” was in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.
About two songs into the set, water began tricking down the ramp onto the stage. By the end of the set, the stage and electrics were covered in water and we all thought we were going to die. I ran out of the venue screaming. The last band was later not allowed to play as the sound man had ran out of cocaine. He then shuffled off into the night, leaving 30 people and about £20,000 worth of musical equipment in the middle of Prague, in the middle of the night, without a lift home. Scary.
Head over to Akarusa Yami's official Facebook page here to check out what the band has to offer, and be sure to check back in next Tuesday as we share more Pit Stories taken from fans and bands around the world.
We've been chatting up bands and fans everywhere to get their most memorable mosh pit stories, and this week's tale of a disembodied leg comes courtesy of Egypt Central bassist Joey Chicago. Joey had this to say about forming a spontaneous telepathic bond with a fan:
The crowd heaved in front of me. A heat coming from them like being in the belly of a medieval dragon. The Florida humidity sticking heavy to me like a wet blanket fresh from a two minute blast in the microwave. Then, in the midst of carnage, I spotted a limb floating above like a crowd surfer. Yes, a limb. The calf and foot, shoe and all, held tightly by a death grip covered knuckle to knuckle in determination. The leg grew closer and as it did, I felt as though a purpose and destiny were coming my way. The foot disappeared, gone for a song and a half. Where is it? Where did it go? Questions swarmed my mind like a rattled bee hive. One more song.
Then, in the dark, a bang above all bangs begins to rise up. I hear something echoing below me like cannonballs going off. The lights go on! I stand face to face with the limb and the rabid fan holding his prosthetic leg like a flag above his head. Our eyes lock and simultaneously we telepathically know the future. I will play this last song with that fake leg. Without words the exchange is made and the bass of "You Make Me Sick" explodes through the speaker, pounded out with the leg hammer gift of destiny! After the show, I signed his leg and we had a beer. We were brothers now. Bonded forever by musical creepiness.
Egypt Central is currently on tour in the U.S. in support of the new album "White Rabbit," which came out on May 31st, 2011 through Fat Lady Music/ILG. The band also recently premiered an acoustic video for the song "White Rabbit" through Metalunderground.com.
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We've been talking with bands and fans everywhere to get their mosh pit stories. This week Eric Burnet of Montreal death metal act Derelict shares a story of a lazy pit getting a sudden dose of unexpected violence, Ninja Turtle style, along with a helpful tip about avoiding prison so you don't have to cut your hair.
You know how sometimes at local underground shows, the pit doesn't really get going for the first few bands? How people just kind of shyly stand around and wait for someone drunker or braver to start the pit? Well, standing amidst that crowd of pre-moshers can be a dangerous thing.
We were out on a weekend mini-tour, playing in Brantford, Ontario. The first couple of bands on the bill were quite young, and so were their fans. The pit was taking it's sweet time to get going, and many members of the other bands, myself included, were watching the show from pretty close up, as there was no dangerous action occurring. I had recently suffered a bike accident in Montreal (got rammed by a speed biker!) and I had a pretty big circular scabbed wound on my left arm. Out of nowhere, these two kids, who turned out to be a dual-vocal team from a later band, ran out into the middle of the non-pit and did a Ninja Turtle roll. By this I mean that one of them bent over to 90 degrees, and the other rolled his back over the bent-over dude's back, like the Ninja Turtles. When he landed, they both started hardcore dancing wildly and trying to start a pit. The guy who had rolled, I guess from having been rendered dizzy from his ninja flip, lost his balance and smashed into the line of people quietly enjoying the show. I got propelled into a brick wall and fell, scrapping off my scab in the process and starting to bleed all over my arm.
I'm generally not the violent type, but I have a certain line involving lacks of respect and personal attacks that should not be crossed. I walked over to the kid with the full intention of sending him to the hospital, but then something clicked in my head. It said: "Wait! You're an adult, this kid is a minor. If you go to prison, you'll probably have to cut your hair."
Thankfully, I decided to go walk it off in downtown Brantford instead of murdering anyone. However, I sort of forgot our set time and got back just in time to play, and there's live footage somewhere of me playing that set with blood still dripping down my arm. I still have the stupid scar, although the anger has subsided and I just find it funny now.
Derelict is currently working on its next full-length album, which was previewed with a recent EP release. You can check out the entire promo EP or download the track "Perpetuation" for free at the Derelict Bandcamp page. The band has also posted a separate drum track from the song, which can be found here.
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We've been talking with bands and fans everywhere to get their mosh pit stories. This week we've got a story from Cyprus label Pitch Black Records' owner Phivos Papadopoulos to share:
On December 4th, 2010, Arryan Path were to headline a show in Thessaloniki, Greece, at Harley Bar and I tagged along with the boys. We arrived the day before and during the evening (of December 3rd) we were invited to go to Harley Bar where an Iron Maiden tribute band (The Prisoners) were to perform. Indeed an awesome band which simply amazed all of us as they played every maiden tune to perfection and kept going non-stop from around “2 minutes to midnight” til about 3am.
During their set however and while watching them onstage I kept thinking about how all the band members looked so unbelievably familiar to me; but I just couldn’t place them. My guess was that they also belonged in other bands that I may have seen here or there but nevertheless I kept struggling with my mind trying to figure out where the bloody hell I knew them from!
So the next day comes and during sound check I get to talking with the venue owner. At some point we start discussing the previous night’s cover band and how good they were. I asked if they play in any other bands and his reply was like a smack in the face, leaving me just standing there with my mouth wide open and feeling like a complete idiot. “Sure, they’re in Emerald Sun, a great local band!”
Hell yeah they’re a great band, I should know! They were our newest signing and their new album (“Regeneration”) was already scheduled to be released on February 11th! Of course, apart from phone calls and email exchanges, I had never actually met the guys face to face until then. It occurred to me then that the reason they all looked so familiar was from the time I spent reviewing their album’s booklet and looking at their photos in it. It goes without saying that I rang them up immediately and they came down for Arryan Path’s show and we all had an absolute blast!
Arrayan Path (recently changed from Arryan Path) recently announced that they're working on their third full-length album, "Ira Imperium."
Emerald Sun released their latest album, "Regeneration," earlier this year through Pitch Black Records. The band recently posted a song from the album online, "Chasing the Wind."
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We've been talking with bands and fans everywhere to get their mosh pit stories. This week, metal guitarist turned solo artist Jake Dreyer reaffirms that Slayer's pits are, in fact, the most brutal (not Katy Perry's):
The bands I have played/toured with have all been under the prog-metal category. Most of the time there is not a lot of pit action going on during our set. Majority of the people in attendance are musicians who stand with their arms crossed while their girlfriends appear bored out of their minds and have the "when is this song going to end?" look on their faces. So Unfortunately, I don't posses any good stories aside from what would be found at a usual gig. However, I do have some moments from shows where I have been in the crowd.
The craziest pit I have ever been in was at a Slayer show in Los Angeles. People were getting carried off in stretchers, bones were getting broken. I still have this mental image of seeing a massive shirtless bald guy being escorted out of the pit by two equally as big security guards. While the guy's ankle looked like it was twisted 90 degrees to the left. I was also made a witness to the infamous dude that head bangs and pukes at that same time...There is nothing like seeing a guy windmill and simultaneous throw up cheap beer all over the place while "Spirit in Black" plays on in the background. A visual moment I can now honestly say I crossed off my bucket list...
Metal guitarist Jake Dreyer released his debut solo EP, “In the Shadows of Madness,” in April of 2011, currently available through Amazon.com and iTunes. The instrumental EP showcases his many years of study under such masters as David “The Shred Demon” Shankle (DSG, Ex-Manowar), Chris Broderick (Megadeth, Ex-Jag Panzer, Nevermore) and Rusty Cooley (Outworld). Jake cites his main musical influences as Jason Becker, Paul Gilbert, Marty Friedman, Yngwie J. Malmsteen and Jeff Loomis.
“In the Shadows of Madness” also features Adam Sagan (Echoterra, Ex-Into Eternity) on drums and Noah Martin (Arsis) handling the bass guitar duties.
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We've been talking with bands and fans everywhere to get their mosh pit stories. This week, Anders Johansson, drummer of Fullforce, shares the making of an interesting tradition at the band's shows:
Well, we are a new band with just a few gigs under our belt but one thing that has happened a few times now is that when we play our song "Wall of secrets" it seems the crowd think they should pour beer onto the guitar player Stefan Elmgren. Someone somewhere started it and and it has spread. We first got a bit annoyed, but the crowd seems to show their appreciation this way in that specific song. We don't have a clue why but as long as they are happy...so are we.
The Swedish five-piece consists of members Mike Andersson (Cloudscape, Vocals), Stefan Elmgren (ex-Hammerfall, Guitars), Anders Johansson (Hammerfall, ex-Yngwie J. Malmsteen, Drums), CJ Grimmark (ex-Narnia, Guitars) and Tommy Larsson (ex-Heed, Bass). Fullforce will release its debut album, "One," via SPV/Steamhammer on July 26th in North America. The band released the first music video for the song "Walls of Secrets" earlier this year.
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We've been talking with bands and fans everywhere to get their mosh pit stories. Over the dozens of stories, we've share quite a few tales of stage dives gone wrong, from humorous to painful to weird, and everything in between. This week, Sal Abruscato of A Pale Horse Named Death (ex-Life Of Agony) shares a more serious stage dive story:
Yeah I got a story, it was 1994 and Life Of Agony was playing at L'Amours in Brooklyn. It was a sold out show and was intense. This poor kid under the influence of drugs decided to stage dive head first, he smashed his head on the floor hemorrhaging by the time the ambulance came. Sadly he died later that evening at a very young age. Point of my story is you should not stage dive because it can be your last time.
A Pale Horse Named Death just released their new album, "And Hell Will Follow Me" on June 14th via SPV/Steamhammer.
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