Weird I know, but check out this live video footage of Keith Buckley from Every Time I Die singing Pantera’s ‘Walk’ with Fall Out Boy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhR3AwGIH8I

Peace. Love. Wentz *wince*

Gill

Being that there is a wealth of videos on the internet to choose from - and I have many favourites - I have gone with the first five that come to mind. 

Let’s start with the ultraviolence. Notice the dog in the top right frame of this video, he gets the fuck out of there! http://youtube.com/watch?v=6PWcoT2OV5A 

This one is George Kollias, this guy doesn’t fuck up at mach 20! Jeeeeeeeeesssssuuuuuuuuussss! http://youtube.com/watch?v=eQGjkiww6ds 

If you’ve never seen a Mike Tyson highlight reel, you have to see one! This guy was one bad motherfuck! http://youtube.com/watch?v=bvZ2roRDPYU 

This one cracks me up everytime I see it. Christopher Reily has the funniest delivery! http://youtube.com/watch?v=kUt-W54HMPc 

This is the best UFO video i’ve ever seen. http://youtube.com/watch?v=yeTGcTYzbIU 

Their it is. A little pick of my brain. These are in no particular order, and later, I will probably think of a thousand better ones. Enjoy mindless entertainment!

LandPhil 

Hold onto your knickers ladies, the sight of Atreyu members man wrestling on their tour bus is quite a lot to take.
http://atreyu.buzznet.com/user/video/play/2035981/

Peace. Love. Men.
Gill

x 

So. There’s a man walking around dressed rather sharply with a TV for a head, which plays either hardcore porn or your astonished face back at you. He’s been preceded by five women in scanty lingerie on stilts walking gingerly out into the freezing, wind-whipped air, and leading out a PVC-clad gimp with a dildo for a nose. Their base of operations is the Bob The Builder compound, and we are all rather drunk.
Look at the line-up for Hard Rock Hell, and it initially looks deeply reassuring and re-orientating, a mix of classic hard rock acts and established metal bands, but seeing as this is taking place in a very out-of-season Butlins camp on the south-west coast all the abiding, fondest memories that haven’t sunk beneath waves of beer, JD, an ill-advised necking of Malibu-substitute neat and the bottle of champagne so coolly blagged by our events organiser Lisa, are of total, what-the-fuck surrealism. It’s there with arch miserablists My Dying Bride playing the Reds stage within eyeshot of ‘The Fun Shop’ and a bright yellow stand bearing the legend ‘Hot Dog’, the ever-brilliant Turisas being stage-invaded by their own accordion-smashing, ‘Dee Snider’, and the real deal, Twisted Sister themselves, playing with an energy that would shame most bands of any age (ahem, zdiacmndrwrp), alternatively hilarious and righteous defenders of the faith between songs, knowing that they’re both totally absurd and the utterly essential spirit of rock ‘n’ roll. Apart from the two Xmas tracks.
What also adds to the whole strangeness of the event is the massive indoor foyer and arcade/food hall linking all the stages, sparsely populated because everyone’s either in bars, outdoors smoking and chanting classic songs en masse, partying in their chalets or actually watching bands, so the whole area brings that strangely sterile, off-season resort feel right bang in the centre of operations, punctuated by the distant click of someone playing air hockey. Every age of metal drifts through, from genuine, kinda medieval and paunchy 80s rockers to gorgeous goth metallers, but special mentions go to the chap who’s gone to great lengths to look like Jack Sparrow, looking utterly pleased with himself but having no friends, and best of all, the worlds most un-reconstructed thrasher, resplendent in thick, wavy mullet, perfectly razorcut sides, massive hi-tops and the piece de resistance, pink, zebra striped leggings. Hard Rock Hell is very, very odd, and everyone here feels right at home. Pure metal fucking heaven.

JONATHAN SELZER

Phew. Sooo, this can only really be a stream of consciousness as I have yet to regain the powers of tasking, let alone multi-tasking.

We drove down in the Necro-Bus (VW Sharone), 7-seats of pure evil with a soundtrack of doom and NWOBHM (we played The Sword as we passed Stone Henge. Mighty). After a six hour drive - I drove. God I’m a hero - we arrived to the freezing windy Brit-weather reaside resort and checked into our digs. Awesome. TV-DVD, kettle, sofa, beds, the lot. But we have important things to do other than watch the DVD bonus extras from Extras. Let’s rock…

Cthonic. What a way for a hair metal fan to start a w/e of rock, with a Taiwanese black metal band. Not bad. Just strange to see them wandering around later with no make-up on like a school trip.

Next up was Zodiac Mindwarp. People telll me I should love these guys, and yes it was cool, but I only caught the end of the set which just looked like a fat dude shredding for 20 minutes while angle-grinding mummies spark the crowd. Bit meh.

I’d bumped into the ridiculously fine Lauren Harris earlier in the evening and was keen to see her in action. Lauren definately puts her all into it, but there’s something sonically missing: maybe it’s the band, maybe it’s the songs, maybe the only rock girl for me is Juliette Lewis….

I wanted to stay up for Tokyo Dragons. But having drained my hipflask of Jager by midnight it was never going to happen. I hear they were awesome.

Saturday review coming soon.

Peace. Love. Amnesia.
Gill