“What?” “I said, ‘Real rockers don’t wear earplugs!'”
I’d rather shovel dog food into bags than work at a dot-com again.
RFTC frontman Speedo dishes dirt on his band’s new disc, their fabled live shows, and their health regimen.
It used to be that recording your music meant expensive studio time and hours burned begging some pizza-eating knob-twiddler to…
The RIAA’s crack team of lawyers chomp on log-sized cigars and clank their three-finger martinis in victory. They have reason…
Seattle Metal Online celebrates its anniversary with a bang.
Cruise to your heart’s content on the big, bad ferries.
A young man sets out in a city filled with empty midday dives waiting to plow him with cheap Pabst and fried things.
A critic lets himself revel in the old-school punk of the Social Chaos Tour.
The city that brought flannel from the mosh pit to the runway debuts a riot of a new spring line.
Thrifty eating on the Hill.
At the forefront of a rotten parade, a band marches on.
Reflections on America from behind the wheel on a 10-day, 7,500-mile road trip.
What the digital age means to the jaded middlemen of the music biz.
A big night out in Belltown.
The case against your new pair of pants
Magellan Map 330 Personal Navigation System
Hellhammer’s black metal band overcame bloody controversy to get back on the screeching track.
From Aberdeen, Wash., to Copenhagen, Denmark, the Melvins still bring the pain.
We barely knew ye.
With the sun setting on the great Dischord label, one band sails on proudly.
Norwegian murderer/musician Burzum is a monster with a knack for melody.
Olympia’s soft-spoken loud music master discusses going deaf for his art and shares secrets of the stage.
