Tag: Diamonds And Rust

Diamonds & Rust: Savatage – Hall Of The Mountain King

Like everyone who is lucky enough to survive into adulthood, I was once a teenager. And though I will admit freely that, in retrospect, my teenage years were easier than those of many, nevertheless, for

Diamonds & Rust: 40 Years Of Metallica’s No Life Til Leather

The year is 1981: The New Wave Of British Heavy Metal is cresting, its full force crashing across the globe. The wave’s godfathers, Judas Priest, are the biggest heavy metal band in the world, having

Diamonds & Rust: Skyclad – The Wayward Sons Of Mother Earth

I am the Pagan Man–I speak for all my kind, When I criticise your point of view–your hollow state of mind. You say that I’m an animal–well this at least is true, I’m a thinking,

Metallica’s “Orion”: A Love Letter To An Immaculate Song, And An Ode To An Impossible Album

Dear “Orion”, I have put off writing this letter for too long. But I feel compelled now to speak my heart to you, to express my love for you, and to praise you as the

Diamonds & Rust: Screamer – Target: Earth

Way back when we started this Diamonds & Rust feature, the idea behind it was to allow our staff of obsessive listeners the opportunity to wax poetic about classic albums, to finally put onscreen some

Diamonds & Rust: Coroner – No More Color

“Generally speaking, dazzling displays of technical prowess don’t impress me much,” says the intrepid Blog-Warrior, his fingers tap-tapping across the keys as he immediately contradicts himself in his rush to lavish heaps of praise upon

Diamonds & Rust: The Accüsed – The Return Of Martha Splatterhead

In “Diamonds & Rust,” Last Rites looks back at classic albums from metal’s storied history. Some of those albums were big hits, and others are overlooked gems. All of them deserve your time and attention…

Diamonds & Rust: Tygers Of Pan Tang – Wild Cat Vs. Spellbound

Music of any kind is not just the sounds you hear. The intangibles matter. The context matters. No one will understand exactly why I love Harry Nilsson’s The Point, and I don’t expect anyone to,