A felt every two days or so I hear that Rock and – surely – Metal met their demise. Finally pronounced clinically dead, gone and ashes thrown into the ocean. All of that jazz sacrificed on the altar of those modern pseudo Latino pop and rap sounds that people seem to be so fond of these days.
Those records made for the faceless consumer, comprised of notes devoid of personality, depth or bite. Those that tender to the addicts of notes who do not really care what or who made the tune. Only that the music should suit the listener’s … [...] Click to raid more!
