Battle your way through the swirling mosh pit at one of Linkin Park’s sold- out arena shows and there’s a good chance you’ll find at least a few die- hard fans sporting forearm flame tattoos as a tribute to the band’s frontman, Chester Bennington. Just don’t bet that those fans had their derivative ink laid in at one of the five Club Tattoo shops Bennington co-owns with the husband and wife team of Sean and Thora Dowdell. “Kids come in asking for them all the time,” Sean explains over a three-way, three-time-zone con- ference call. “Chester and I have never actually talked about it, but we just don’t copy his custom pieces.” That rule is in full effect at Club Tattoo’s freshest location in the newly renovated and decidedly swanky ...
Auto-Tune and soda commercials killed hip-hop. Now La Coka Nostra, a new cartel featuring five familiar faces, have set out to cook up what hip-hop has been missing.
Drawing from frontman Claudio Sanchez’s sci-fi comic book series, COHEED AND CAMBRIA jams planet rock.
The Cold War Kids are growing up yet not growing old. The Long Beach–based soul-punk outfit began carefree and fun, but now...
Every 60 seconds a tattoo convention takes place somewhere around the world, and while there are only so many times you can watch people in strategically hand-cut outfits discuss the meaning behind their fairy flash and tragic tribals, the Hell City show stands out as one of the mustattend events among the tattoorati.
When Jacob Bannon was 13, he dreamed of screaming. "When a lot of kids were thniking about baseball cards and becoming astronauts, I was immersing myself in a culture that I...
Writers hate reviewing a new Converge album. The kings of underground hardcore metal deliver so consistently that it becomes an exercise in finding new ways to say, “They still shred.” Enter Axe to Fall, the most straightforward Converge album yet. It’s apparent from the opening blast of “Dark Horse,” a galloping shot of guitars and throat-searing screams, that Converge are coming in lean and mean. “Cutter” stops and starts around a flurry of leads, while the guitar opening of “Worms Will Feed” gets flattened by hammering drums. They halt the assault for “Cruel Bloom,” a creepy piano ballad, and in the doom-metal crawl of “Wretched World.” They still shred. There, we said it!