All posts by Craig Hayes

New Zealand's most successfully unsuccessful music writer. Dadcrust for d-beat dorks, noise punk nerds, and metal dweebs.

In Crust We Trust: Vol 10

Surprise! You’re getting an extra volume of In Crust We Trust this month, because the end of the year is fast approaching but there’s still a mountain of raucous releases left to shout about. Next

In Crust We Trust: Vol 9

For plenty of metalpunk fans, the top news this November is the release of the latest LP from stadium crust bad boys Wolfbrigade. The band’s big and beefy The Enemy LP will definitely feature in

Howling Southerlies: Distant Fear, Malevolence, And Kruor Noctis

Kia ora, cuz. Spring has sprung in Aotearoa New Zealand. Although, you wouldn’t know it given the howling wind and freezing rain currently trying to destroy my Hobbit hole. Still, miserable weather seems like a

In Crust We Trust: Vol. 8

Welcome to In Crust We Trust, the Satisfyer Pro of monthly punk rock columns. Actually, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, innit? In Crust We Trust isn’t that eargasmic. But it’s definitely the hastily greased

In Crust We Trust: Vol. 7

Welcome to In Crust We Trust: Vol 7. If you’ve just arrived at the party, here’s the deal: every month, In Crust We Trust sets out to highlight some of the ugliest punk, hardcore, and

Crossover The Edge: Where Hardcore, Punk And Metal Collide – By Alexandros Anesiadis

Alexandros Anesiadis’ encyclopedic tome, Crossover the Edge: Where Hardcore, Punk and Metal Collide, captures all the passion and exhilaration of hardcore, punk, and thrash’s fusion in the 1980s. Obviously, old school bands and a heap

Loud Words: A Punk Primer Pt. 1

I’ve been scribbling about underground punk and metal on and off for a couple of decades now, and I’ve often ended up writing about thundering releases made by musicians (and enjoyed by fans) who think

In Crust We Trust: Vol. 6

Welcome to In Crust We Trust Vol. 6, which is brought to you this month by Shut Up, Grandad, Inc. Thing is, I’ve been thinking about crotchety old punks—you know, like me—and why we’re such