\m/ more than ever, music (and METAL) must be played LOUDLY \m/

UDR - METAL BLOG, Vol. 5 - by Steff Chirazi

It is a week since the devastating attacks in Paris, and for many there has been confusion accompanying crushing sadness. I think, at times like this, music can serve such a vital and important purpose that we would be absolutely remiss if we dared do anything other than turn up the stereo and support humans and humanity everywhere by digging around for music which both shows communities they are heard, and which offers some respite and relief for those making it.

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\m/ What do you do with your arms and hands when you listen to METAL? \m/

UDR - METAL BLOG, Vol. 4 - by Steff Chirazi

I like to ask the important questions in life, and right now, I can think of few more vital than what the hell happens to your upper torso appendages when listening to a good dose of metal music?

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\m/ Prophets, seers and a brilliant band return just in time \m/

UDR - METAL BLOG, Vol. 3 - by Steff Chirazi

With the world descending into yet further avalanches of chaos, it is both comforting and necessary that Killing Joke are set to return to our hearts, minds and ears with their 16th studio album Pylon, to be released October 23rd on Spinefarm Records, and if you want a taste of what they still do better than anyone else, check out the deeply feral, howlingly guttural, percussively-driven roar of “I Am The Virus”, frontman Jaz Coleman (poet, composer and one of the sharpest minds you will ever know) tribally leading the observations which Killing Joke have long-made about our society and which now seem more relevant than ever.

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\m/ Take it like a band!…men, women & children also heavily invited \m/

UDR - METAL BLOG, Vol. 2 - by Steff Chirazi

What’s got eight legs, eight arms and four hearts that project as a dozen? That’s right, GIRLSCHOOL, and anyone who was ignorant or stupid enough to think that these ladies had taken up a lighter path of musical resistance can now beat themselves repeatedly in shame and prepare to pony up the cash to buy a slice of their deliciously filthy, cheeky, chunky, sweaty and addictive rifferama via new forthcoming album Guilty As Sin. Now I dunno how it was here, but when I was a pup in single digits fighting acne and mullets, we would brandish the tennis racket for all riffing duties, and let me tell you, Guilty As Sin will wear out TWO rackets at least, and if you’re ill-prepared, speakers will be blown. I’m not joking, you can smell this album, and that’s a damn fine thing…

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