101 rules of metal

101 rules of metal

101 Rules of Metal

(check back for more - we don't want to oversaturate your shrinking brain with too much at once!)





1. Don't be that guy. (i.e. don't wear the t-shirt of the band you're going to see)

2. Don't whistle while you work. *

3. If it's too loud, you're too old.

4. When in doubt, blame the record label.

5. It is NOT metal to sing a song about having your heart broken and cry about it.

6. It IS metal to sing a song about hacking up your ex and eating her.

7. Emo sucks.

8. Emo sucks. (No exceptions, stop looking for an asterisk).

9. Drawing X's on your hands is stupid; tattooing X's on yourself is really stupid; if you don't want to drink, then don't.

10. Blood is metal.

11. Metal must be played at “11” whenever possible.

12. You don't win friends with salad.

13. You'll worship Satan and like it, bitch!

14. There is no skipping in metal.

15, Ritualistically sacrificing a goat in the name of metal does not guarantee you a record deal... but, on the other hand, it doesn't hurt either.

16, Metal guys cannot be “pimps”, “playaz” or “hustlaz.”

17. It's never okay to have the words “Winger” and “Cool” next to each other.

18, Owning the Black Album by Metallica does not mean that you're metal or ever were.

19. Vikings = Metal; this has been proven true, so accept it.

20. Do not talk about romantic comedies unless someone dies in the movie.

21. If you are unsigned, blame American fans for being ignorant to “true” metal - or see Rule 4.

22. The heavy metal media is inherently clueless and worthless until they cover your favorite band.

23. Management is for amateurs; “true” metal bands know everything about everything.

24. Publishing rights exist so you can never sell the rights to use your music, no matter how broke you are.

25. A band can only be “true” metal if less than 50,000 people have heard of them. **

26. If your mom knows the band, they're not “true” metal.

27. Devil horns should not be abused; do not use them unless you really need them.

28. If someone asks why you like heavy metal, punch them in the face. When they're on the ground, ask how they feel. When they say, “Hurt” or “Angry” tell them that that's how you feel all the time, and heavy metal is your release. Then hit them again, and tell them to stop asking dumb questions.

29. Covering a disco song in a “metal” way is definitely NOT metal.

30. There is absolutely nothing metal about disco. ††

31. Subgenres are necessary to describe your sound; make sure you create your own subgenre that sounds original, despite the fact that you sound like every other band. (Example: Nile is Ithyphallic Death Metal – Ithyphallic refers to Egyptian statues with mythically proportioned erections).

32. Apologies are not metal.

33. Excuses are like assh*les.

34. Smiley faces on the internet are NOT metal. (Unless you can put a bloody bullet hole in them).

35. Do not bad mouth Ozzy no matter what trend you're following.

36. Do not follow trends.

37. Boots are meant for stomping.

38. All music videos must take place on stage, in the woods, in a graveyard, or in a warehouse with chains hanging.

39. Learn to play a 6 string guitar before picking up a 7 string guitar.

40. Unless you're solving complex mathematical equations with your music, don't call yourselves “math-metal.”

41. Wear shirts that offend people, especially Christians, Jews, Muslims, and Homosexuals (see Sebastian Bach).

42. Lemmy is God. Therefore God is great, but still worship Satan.

43. Pretend all of the contradictions in metal make sense, especially the contradictions in these rules.

44. Punk is your mortal enemy.

45. Listen to Manowar while driving your 88 Firebird T-top.

46. Scratch that, Manowar is only cool if you live in Germany and your name is Hans.

47. Album covers must be epic. Stick figures and a pentagram does not equal epic.

48. Ballads are only acceptable in memory of a fallen comrade or if you haven't been laid in a while and you're desperate.

49. You can't cut up or burn an Iron Maiden flag.

50. Your 420 reference is not subtle, witty or clever, so shut up 'cause my mom knows about it.

51. Cows weren't made for moshing.

52. Berserkers eat warriors. ***

53. If it's mainstream, then it's not “true” metal.

54. Pretending to be a vampire does not make you metal.

55. In order to be truly metal, you must own a magical wolf. Preferably, your wolf will be white and look like the level 3 character in Altered Beast. If you do not own such a wolf, you must own a magical beast large enough to ride if you have to go somewhere. It must be able to turn into a white blaze, take you wherever you need to go, and shoot blue fireballs. †††

56. Making fun of people is metal.

57. Poseur is a word reserved for metalheads to call people who aren't “true.”

58. Drinks should not have an umbrella or piece of fruit in them.

59. Wearing a “vintage” AC/DC t-shirt with gold rhinestones that you bought for $75 does not make you metal.

60. Holes in your jeans are only metal if they're there by accident.

61. Metal Gods are not replaceable.

62. If you don't know all the words to Pantera's “Walk,” you're not metal.

63. Skulls have more uses than just holding your brain.

64. Throwing Bibles into the audience isn't metal, unless by Bibles you mean Hustler magazine.

65. Everything is much cooler when it's on fire.

66. Logos must be indecipherable; if someone can read your logo, it's not metal enough. A logo looks cool if you touch it, and it cuts your hand. That's metal. ****

67. Use the words crush, destroy, slam, rip and rampaging when writing your bio.

68. Adding the word “core” to your genre does not make you metal. ††††

69. Metalheads don't wear pink... THEY EAT IT!!!

70. Just because you like guys with long hair, does not mean you're metal.

71. It's okay to chant “Slayer” at ANY metal show. Ω

72. There is no dancing in metal.

73. If you are male, being pretty is NOT metal.

74. Burying your family in the basement does not make you metal.

75. If you should ever find yourself being interviewed for a documentary about metal, make sure you are drunk as hell, floating in the pool, and your mom is near by to say how proud of you she is.

76. Tipper Gore still sucks.

77. Moshing should only be done at a metal show. If you think it's appropriate to mosh to Simple Plan, you're wrong and you're not metal.

78. Always make sure you have your cake and eat it too, 'cause what's the point of having cake if you can't eat it?!?!

79. Jägermeister mixes well with everything - try it on your pancakes, too!

80. If you ever find yourself replacing the original lead singer of a band, try to incorporate a nickname for yourself, so the fans accept you quicker. (Examples: George “Corpsegrinder” Fisher - Cannibal Corpse and Tim “Ripper” Owens - Judas Priest).

81. Eating worms out of a chalice or goblet is metal (see Lord Worm - Cryptopsy).

82. It is not metal to wear a suit and tie, ever. This includes court appearances, unless you actually want to win your case.

83. Go against the norm – even if you agree, disagree just for the sake of disagreeing.

84. Raising the horns doesn't make you metal, as proven by Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake. However, raising the horns and gouging out Justin's eyes with them... NOW THAT'S METAL!!!

85. Getting banned from a venue 'cause of your name makes you metal; replacing that band on the bill and having more disturbing lyrics than the banned band is even more metal.

86. Just 'cause you can play air guitar or air drums does not mean you can play an instrument, nor does it mean you should start a metal band.

87. Metalheads are always serious and never have a sense of humor. A true metalhead should never listen to any other form of music and should denounce anything that's not metal as “douchey” music.

88. Having sex in a graveyard is only metal if you're listening to Cannibal Corpse – “Festering in the Crypt” or King Diamond – “The Graveyard” while doing it.

89. Facial hair should not be groomed, you may shape it, but it should be allowed to grow out to its full potential.

90. Your cell phone must have a metal ringtone. Having your phone ring to Right Said Fred 'cause you think it's “cute” is not metal.

91. Never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wear a backwards red NY Yankees hat.

92. Metal music should never “grow” or “evolve” through time with the band. Some bands like to use that as a copout for why they write shitty pop music compared to their old stuff (coughcoughMETALLICAcoughcough). Did Motorhead “grow”? No, they did speed for 30 years and continuously kick ass!

93. Hell hath no fury like a metalhead told to turn it down!

94. If you start off wearing makeup or masks, don't stop just to prove that you've grown up and changed, only to don them again when you realize that no one cares about you without your makeup or masks (see KISS for reference).

95. Putting your guitar into a wood chipper does not make you a guitar shredder, nor does fingering the fret board make you a ladies' man.

96. No ass, no grass, no pass.

97. Go to rehab at least twice throughout your career. This allows for your 'Behind the Music' to be more interesting.

98. Weapons are metal. Make sure you always carry some sort of weapon. Battle Axes are extremely metal. Note that toxic gas passed through your ass is not a weapon, or a perfume that attracts women.

99. 99 bottles of beer on the wall, take one down, smash it over someone's head, 98 bottles of beer on the wall...

100. If you have an accent that can't be placed, just say you're from Sweden. It will automatically increase your credibility by 20%.

101. METAL HAS NO RULES. BREAK THEM ALL.




Note: When you've read and followed all these rules and reached Rule 101, you have shown your devotion.

And devotion is what metal's about.

You can now call yourself a true metalhead.




*Exception to Rule 2: if you can whistle and make it sound like at least a 4 track recording of “Angel of Death,” it's acceptable.

† Exception to Rule 14: if you're making fun of someone and demonstrating how lame they were for skipping.

**Exception to Rule 25: Bands such as Pantera and Slayer have proven themselves worthy of being known by more than 50,000 people.

†† Exception to Rule 30: The only possible exception to this rule is if for some reason Slayer decided to cover a disco song, however this unlikely event undoubtedly means the world will end before the song finishes.

*** Courtesy of Zakk Wylde

††† Courtesy of Dillinger Escape Plan

**** Courtesy of At the Gates by way of Darkest Hour.

†††† Exception to Rule 68: Grindcore is metal and has over a twenty-year history. Ω Note: You can even do it at a 7-11, if you'd like.

# Online seit Mittwoch, 27. Februar, 2008 um 20:29

Gotthard - Domino Effect


Les p'tits suisses nous sont revenus il y a un an de cela avec cette galette Domino Effect. Une chose est sure, c'est que s'ils ne réinventent pas le rock'n roll, au moins ils savent le jouer, et plutôt bien même! Ces 14 titres de Hard FM ne seront pas pour déplaire aux amateurs, et les amateurs de solos de guitar hero sur sa montagne seront servis. Dès les premières mesure, on prend la mesure de la propreté de la production sur le hit qu'est Master of Illusion. Les deux pistes qui suivent sont tout aussi carrées et bien exécutées, le mixage est au poil, et les 5 gars nous distillent leur rock n'roll teinté 80's sans subtilité, dans la veine d'un Bon Jovi ou d'un Whitesnake de l'ancienne époque, ainsi, Come Alive et son refrain tonitruant et ses lyrics d'une originalité à toute épreuve (eh, on fait du rock ou on en fait pas) et Now et son riff de motard. Mais attention, ça n'est pas pour ça qu'on coupera aux traditionelles balades mid-tempo dégoulinantes de pathos et de violons synthétiques, représentées ici par Letter to a Friend et dans une moindre mesure The Call (premier single d'ailleurs), d'un intérêt douteux, mais pas désagréables pour deux sous. Bad To the Bone et Domino Effect sont deux bons titres bien groovy et qui font taper du pied. Jusque là, que du bon Gotthard, bien de la Suisse, naturellement.
C'est à partir de là que les choses se gattent. Autant la première moitié de l'album donne furieusement envie de taper du pied, autant la seconde est particulièrement quelconque, allant jusqu'à reprendre quasiment note pour note l'intro de Nobody Home (bonus track du précédent disque Lipservice) sur Heal Me. Je ne parlerai pas non plus de la balade de trop, Tomorrow's just begun, de l'autre ballade de trop, Falling, qui semblent être en compétition pour la composition la plus suintante de pathos violonneux et guitare sèche. Mais la palme revient sans contest au dernier titre de l'album, Where's love when it's gone à l'accordéon (oui oui!!), qui pulvérise le record de "ça aurait pu être un bon titre!". Mais pourtant, il y a sur cette deuxième moitié de disque, trois titres qui mettent une vraie claque. Il s'agit de The Cruiser (judgement day) et son riff et son refrain assassins, ainsi que de Gone too far qui explore un registre presque métal par moment et incorpore des sonorités arabisantes tout à fait agréables.
Mais l'oscar de la chanson 'kitu' revient (justement) à The Oscar Goes To You. Ce titre est dévastateur. Et l'album aurait été tellement meilleur s'il s'était achevé la-essus, mais non, il fallait une cinquième balade. Et qui plus est à l'accordéon. Je n'ai rien contre cet instrument, mais il manque quand même terriblement de rock n' roll attitude.
Si vous ne connaissez pas Gotthard, jetez-vous sur cet album, il vaut son pesant de cacahuètes. Cependant, pour ceux qui -comme moi- ont adoré Lipservice, ce n'est pas l'album de génie escompté. Certes, les titres sont généralement accrocheurs, certes Steeve développe un organe vocal hors du commun, certes Léo Léoni offre des solos tout aussi inspirés, mais l'orginalité n'est pas vraiment au rendez-vous, sauf quelques moments de bravoure. Il faut quand même dire que bon, malgré tout, les Suisses nous servent un rock n'roll toujours couillu et ça fait du bien.

Track : Domino Effect

***

The little guys from Switzerland came back one year ago with this shit, Domino Effect. For sure, if they don't recreate rock n'roll, at least they know how to play it, and even play it quite good! These 14 tracks of Hard-rock will please those who like, and those who like guitar hero's solo on a moutain will be pleased. From the first bars, it is clear the production is very clean, on hits such as Master of Illusion. The two tracjs following are as square and well done, mix is clear and the five guys send a 80's-like rock n'roll, without beeing too much subtile, like a Bon Jovi or a Whitesnake of the old days.
Come Alive gets a shock-chorus and very 'original lyrics' (yeah, you do rock n'roll or what?) and Now has an killer riff. But Careful, this is not a reason to avoid the traditional sympathetic mid-tempo balads with keys, violins and cheap emotion all around, such as Letter to a Friend and in a slightly different way, The Call (first single of the thing), not really interesting, but still nice to hear. Bad to the Bone and Domino Effect are too good tracks, really groovy and making want to stamp. Til then, only good Gotthard stuff, nothing more, nothing less. Things get worse form this point.If the first half is real good, the second half is not that exciting. The intro of Heal Me is a copy paste of the one of NObody Home (from the previous album Lipservice). I won't lay no stress on the balad too much Tomorrow's just begun , from the other balad too much Falling, who seem to be competing for the title of less interesting and emotionally cheapest track. Though, both are defeated by the worst track of the album -the last one- Where is love when it's Gone with the accordeon (yes!).Though, there are throughout this second half, 3 tracks which are a real kick in the ass. These tracks are The Cruiser (judgement Day) with its killing riff and chorus, and Gone Too Far which sounds metal now and then and adds a nice slight arabian atmosphere.
The oascar of the killing song goes nevertheless to The Oscar Goes to You. This track is a real bomb. It would have been so cool if the album ahd stopped on it, but what, they needed to play a fifth balad. With accordeon. It ain't I dislike this intrument, no, but it cruelly lacks rock n'roll attitude.
If you don't know Gotthard, rush to this album, it is worth its price (depends where you buy it haha!). But for those -like me- who fell in love with Lipservice, it ian't the genius album hoped for. Yeah, songs are good on the whole, Steeve sings pretty better than before, Leo Leoni plays really inspired solos as usual, btu it lacks quite a bit of originality, except a few great moments. Well, really need to say that the little guys from Switzerland are still playing rock n'roll with balls. And we fucking like that! HAHA!

Track : Domino Effect
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# Online seit Freitag, 08. Februar, 2008 um 17:07

Crève Salope - Die bitch

Crève Salope - Die bitch

J'ai cette boule dans le bide. Cette boule de merde-colère qui ne demande qu'à sortir. Vous pourrez dire tout ce que vous voudrez, j'en ai plus rien à battre. Plus rien n'a d'importance sur le sol pourri de France. J'ouvre la fenêtre et j'affute ma rage. Je lève les yeux, il y a ce ciel, de la même couleur béton que ma putain de ville de merde... Caen-la-merde!
J'ai envie de balancer des coups de latte partout, dans la radio dès qu'elle évoque Nicolas premier, notre bon Roiprésident et sa pouffiasse. Et je tremble, comme un aliéné dans sa cellule. Fébrilement, je fous le disque le plus violent qui me tombe sous la main. Je le fais tomber quatre fois par terre, je jure comme un charretier, je monte le volume à fond. Et putain mais ça me calme pas, mais bordel de merde qu'est-ce que je fous! Et malgré le son qui me lacère le cerveau, j'en pleure toujours de rage, de ce pays de merde, ce pays triste, ce pays chauvin, ce pays qui prend les gens de haut. Cette merde métropolitaine qui croit encore qu'elle a sa place parmi les grands...
J'ai plus rien à foutre de la lutte des classes, plus rien à foutre de ces connards, je ne sauverai pas le monde. Et même si je n'ai pas retrouvé mon flingue, votre république moi j'la tringle!
Je me casse, je ne suis plus d'ici, France, tu me dégoûtes, je craches sur ton drapeau!

***

I have this thing in my belly, this anger-shit ball which wants out. You can say whatever you want, I don't give a fuck anymore. Nothing to care about on the rotten ground of France. I open my window and sharpen my rage. I raise my eyes, there is this sky, same color as the asphalt of my shitty bitch of a city... shit Caen...
I wanna kick everything, the radio as soon as I hear about Nicolas I, our good King President and his slut. And I'm shaking like a madman in his cell. I'm hectic, Iplay the violentest disc I come upon. I let it fal foru times on the ground. I insult the world, turn the volume up to maximum. And fuck, doesn't cool me down, Jesus motherfucking bitch what I am fucking doing! Despite the sound scratching my brain to pieces, I still cry out of rage, of this shit of a country, this sad country, this jingoistic country, this country who disregard people. This metropolitan shit cho believes she still owns the world...
I don't give a fuck anymore to class struggles, don't give a fuck to those bastards, I won't save the world. And even I haven't my gun back, I still fuck your republic!
I'm leaving this ground, I don't belong to here anymore, France, you are disgusting, I spit on your flag!

Raging Jon

# Online seit Montag, 04. Februar, 2008 um 17:58

Without you



Well, here another song of mine, in english this time, I let you discover it, but well, one day I'll buy suitable tools to record and so on^^


We used to meet in Joey's cheap motel
Smoke some cigarettes looking at the sunset

Now the motel's closed, Joey's gone for good
He passed in 99, life is sometimes cruel

Times run fast,
Memories everlast,
God it's good to look back,
Smile at the past
I've grown old
This whole town look so small
I know their old faces
But I feel alone,
without you...

We used to make love in the backseats
Of that ol' rusty car, ah yeah

You used to show me the sky, tell me world is ours
You hadn't yet made friend with spoon and powder,

Times run fast,
Memories everlast,
God it's good to look back,
Smile at the past
I've grown old
This whole town look so small
I know their old faces
But I feel alone,
without you...

Why didn't you say good bye
Why did you let me cry
You said you needed freedom everynight and day
Angel you spread your wings, learned to fly away

We used to meet in Joey's cheap motel
Smoke some cigarettes looking at the sunset

I won't come here no more, I got a life to make
These are the last flowers, I leave on your grave...

Times run fast,
Memories everlast,
God it's good to look back,
Smile at the past
I've grown old
This whole town look so small
I know their old faces
But I feel alone,
without you...

***

Une autre de mes chansons, en anglais cette fois, je vus laisse apprécier , enfin, un jour, peut-être, je m'achèterai du matos convenable^^

On se voyait au motel de Joey,
On fumait quelques cigarettes en regardant se lever le soleil

Aujourd'hui le motel est fermé, Joey nous a quitté
Il est parti en 99, la vie est parfois cruelle

Le temps passe vite, les souvenirs restent pour toujours
Dieu que c'est bon de se retourner, sourire au passé
J'ai grandi, la ville entière a l'air si petite
Je connais tous leurs visages, mais je me sens si seul,
Sans toi

On faisait l'amour sur la banquette arrière
De cette vieille caisse rouillée, eh...

Tu ma montrais le ciel, me disais "le monde est à nous"
Tu n'avais pas rencontré alors, la poudre, la cuillère,

Le temps passe vite, les souvenirs restent pour toujours
Dieu que c'est bon de se retourner, sourire au passé
J'ai grandi, la ville entière a l'air si petite
Je connais tous leurs visages, mais je me sens si seul,
Sans toi

Pourquoi n'as-tu pas dit au revoir,
Pourquoi m'as-tu laissé pleurer,
Tu disais que tu voulais être libre, toutes le snuits, tous les jours,
Mon ange tu as étendu tes ailes, et appris à voler

Le temps passe vite, les souvenirs restent pour toujours
Dieu que c'est bon de se retourner, sourire au passé
J'ai grandi, la ville entière a l'air si petite
Je connais tous leurs visages, mais je me sens si seul,
Sans toi

# Online seit Freitag, 25. Januar, 2008 um 19:56

Ebène

Voilà une de mes compositions, et la seule en français jusqu'à présent. J'espère que vous aimez, malgré le son pourri et l'image naze, malgré que je bouffe des mots ici et là... voilà le texte^^
***
Here is one of the song I composed, and so far the only one in french. Hope you enjoy it, despite the poor sound and video quality, despite I squeeze some words now and then... so if you miss it, here is the lyrics and the translation :

Le paquebot s'en va,
A contre-jour,
Emportant ma vie,
Mes amours
Et mes peines aussi,
Et mes haines aussi...
Un soir d'été sous les tropiques,
Elle s'est avancé vers moi,
Malgré la sueur les moustiques,
Elle a mi mon coeur en emoi,
Ange a la peau couleur d'ebene,
Au matin elle n'était plus la...

[refrain]
J'ai navigue sans fin,
Sur des mers immortelles,
J'ai oublie jusqu'à mon nom,
Mais le tien est éternel.

J'ai connu mille-et-unes ninons,
En te cherchant dans tous les ports,
Noyant mon chagrin sans fond,
L'absinthe aide a tromper la mort,
J'ai paye pour avoir leur corps,
Mais la nuit je criais ton nom...
J'ai bourlingue sur les septs mers,
Croise sur tous les océans,
Trinque dans tous les rades de la terre,
Je trouve même parfois ça fatiguant,
Pourtant j'irai jusqu'en enfer,
Si un jour il le faut vraiment...

[refrain]

Un soir d'ete sous les tropiques,
Elle s'est avance vers moi,
Malgre la sueur les moustiques,
Elle a mi mon coeur en emoi,
Mon ange à moi couleur d'ebene,
Je suis revenu je suis la...

***

The boat is leaving in backlightning,
Taking my life my love away,
And my sorrows too,
And my hatreds too...
Summernight on the tropics,
she came to me,
Despite sweat and mosquitos,
She stole my heart away,
Ebony-skinned angel,
In the morning she had left...

[chorus:]
I sailed endlessly
On immortal seas
I forgot even my name,
But yours is eternal

I've known thousands honeys,
Looking for you in every harbor,
Drowning my endless sorrows,
Absynth helps fooling Death,
I payed to have their bodies,
But at night I cried out your name...
I've wandered the seven seas,
Crused on every ocean,
Drank in all bars of the earth,
I'm tired of all that,
But I'd even go in Hell,
If one day I really must...

[chorus]

Summernight on the tropics,
she came to me,
Despite sweat and mosquitos,
She stole my heart away,
My ebony angel,
I found you back, I'm here...
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# Online seit Freitag, 11. Januar, 2008 um 19:18

Geändert am Freitag, 25. Januar, 2008 um 19:53