Mind Equals Blown

Woe, Is Me has lost as many members -six- as there are in the band today. Underoath is a completely different band than they were in 1997. Emarosa and Chiodos have had battles with their Craig’s (Jonny Craig and Craig Owens) for years. Member switch-ups are hard and oftentimes can present the band with a

When Marilyn Manson’s last album The High End of Low was released, it showed a completely different side of him. Despite such familiar-sounding songs like “Four Rusted Horses” and “Arma-Goddamn-Motherfuckin-Geddon,” there were also love-oriented songs like “Running to the Edge of the World” that alienated fans, which was reflected in the sales. It still stands

I never thought I could be moved so much by a basic indie/alternative rock record. The Forecast have outdone themselves with their latest release Everybody Left, which has left an incredible impression on me in the most unlikely fashion. On paper The Forecast is a pretty basic band – solid indie rock with dual male/female vocals. But

What do you tell a band that wants to jump ship from a music powerhouse after years of success and millions of albums sold? Nothing really – they’ll do it anyway. Following the 2009 release of Artwork, a “major-label-inspired” record that drew mixed reviews, The Used are taking the ultimate gamble and self-releasing their fifth

A Day to Remember has “This is a battleground,” Woe, Is Me has “This is our vengeance,” and now I See Stars has “This is reality.” With the latter’s new album entitled Digital Renegade, they have done the Attack Attack! self-titled album the right way. It is a tricky thing mixing the electronic, dubstep, poppy parts

If you’re short on patience, then you probably can’t stand The Mars Volta. The quintet – infamous for their ever-changing soundscapes – are back with their sixth full-length, Noctourniquet, and as expected (though more so this time around), a complete reworking of the band’s sound has taken place. Notorious for their self-indulgent and unabashed abuse

Rock never sounded so good. Four years ago, Shinedown released The Sound Of Madness, a record that not only made an impact in the modern rock scene for years to come, but became one of my favorite records of all-time. Its mix of brash, adrenaline-pumping rock anthems and succulent, hook-crafted power ballads made the record

Sayanything’s Baseball is the definition of growing pains. It’s the stem pushing through the dirt, hinting at the beginning of something special. It’s angsty-teen pop punk, but there’s definitely something more happening here.  At just 17, Max Bemis was not yet the universally praised songwriter who penned 2004′s …Is a Real Boy. But he was