Maybe when he retires, Suga will see the downside of the pimp game.
High on Fire are the kings of stoner metal.
Planet X closed down, got flooded to fuck and then lay abandoned for years at the mercy of smackheads.
The bar takings were down, the bouncers started crying, but at least there were three rival grime crews on stage having a huge fight.
My parents have always taught me that honesty is the best policy and as far as I know they've never lied to me.
When you watch a movie like Wild Style, ever ask yourself what those guys are up to now? What happened to the generation of 70s park jams?
Be Your Own Pet is the youngest band in the world, and we think they are going to get really big.
In part two of this series, we check in once again with Touch Sensitive and Ego as they continue work on their Instagram fuelled dance track. This time, they're a little closer to completion and are showing definite signs of excitement.
Last week we brought you the impressive product of Jonti and Big Scary mashing their brains together—their song "Slumming it in Paradise". Take a look behind the scenes of them at work in Melbourne's Mixed Business Studio.
The Shitkatapult Strike 50 DVD is an example of design with a purpose where form reflects the content.
Are musicians who copy their favourite artists' music and even put a pride in showing it the most detestable people of all?
People who live outside of Scandinavia think that Norwegian music is made exclusively by face-painted, axe-wielding Nazis.
Wolf Eyes makes the kind of music that burrows into your skull like a hungry maggot.
Just because you've got 5 million green skeletons sucking blood and cum out of a dead nun's cunt on your album sleeve doesn't mean that your metal group is scary.
Have you seen the packaging for Richard D. James' new Analord series?
After years of record label limbo, uneven record sales, and breakups-to-makeups with his partner Capone, Lefrak lyricist Noreaga finally got his mind right.
Pimp C is half of UGK, and he's one of the coldest Southern rapper/producers never to get his due.
When I was going through my "classic rock" phase, I asked my mom if she was a hippie in the 60s and if it had been awesome.
In case nobody told you, Atlanta is the new Atlanta.
What the FLIPPING HECK is going on? It's like no one in the grime scene could even be bothered to get out of bed this month.
Maybe it was around the time that Satyr from Satyricon admitted he loved the silky feel of Dolce & Gabbana underwear.
Where's all the hate in techno gone? Come to think of it, where's all the techno gone?
Well, it seems kind of childish to try to muster any feelings of hate into this column when you're still trying to get your head around the news that John Peel has passed away.
When we were coming up, all our rapper friends were headwrap-clad Five Percenters who read The Final Call. Where did the hate go?