Any hardcore '70s-rock fans in attendance at the Firefly Festival in Dover, Delaware, last night got a special treat when the Foo Fighters went back in time to raunch out a bit.

"Lemme tell ya something," said Dave Grohl near the end of his band's headlining set, "we're gonna do somethin' we have never done before. I tell you what. I love rock and roll just as much as the next guy. Maybe even fuckin' more than the next guy. I love bein' in the Foo Fighters, but tonight, for the next four or five songs, we're a fuckin' bar band called the Holy Shits that plays fuckin' classic rock songs. What about that shit?!"

For those horror freaks out there who just can't get enough of a masked guy in overalls stabbin' folks, here's some good news.

Anchor Bay Entertainment announced today that on September 23 it will release 10- and 15-disc editions of Halloween The Complete Collection, which gathers up all the Halloweens together on Blu-ray for the first time.

I f***in' love early Queen. That crazy guitar tone Brian May had on the band's self-titled 1973 debut album was unlike anything I'd ever heard before. It kinda freaked me out, in a wonderful way.

The fantasy elements and heavy prog stylings of the 1974 Queen 2 concept album also won me over big time, and later that same year they released Sheer Heart Attack, which I got for Christmas as a teen.

I still remember playing it on my parents' stereo and wondering if there was anything more rockin' than May's monster riffs on "Now I'm Here". (I also appreciated that the lyrics mentioned my other fave band at the time, "Hoople").

Twenty-five years ago tomorrow–on June 16, 1989–the Straight published my interview with British rock guitarist John Sykes.

“Big whoop”, you say.

Well, I probably wouldn’t be celebrating that milestone if it weren’t for the fact that Sykes played guitar on the very last Thin Lizzy studio album, Thunder and Lightning.

And I do f***in’ love my Lizzy.

Plus, he cowrote “Cold Sweat”.

And he was only 23 at the time.

Vancouver has not been kind to Dean Koontz.

First you had his awesome 1987 suspense novel, Watchers, being turned into a godawful Corey Haim vehicle up here in 1988.

Then seven years later you had his fine 1982 supernatural thriller, Hideaway, becoming the type of B.C.-shot trainwreck he tried to sue to get his name off of.

Southern-rock fans saddened by word that the Allman Brothers will perform their final concerts this year should brighten at the news that an historic deluxe-edition boxed set is on its way.

Yesterday the band announced on its website that a six-disc package titled The 1971 Fillmore East Recordings will be released by Universal Music on July 29, and will include 15 previously unreleased Fillmore East performances. The box set will feature a hardcover book and liner notes by “Allmanologist” John Lynskey.

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m crazy about Warren Haynes, guitarist-vocalist-songwriter for Gov’t Mule and the Allman Brothers Band. Everything he touches musically is magic to me, and I write about it whenever I can.

I've long posited that the Who's Quadrophenia is the greatest rock album of all time.

The 1973 double-disc captured the British rock quartet at its creative peak, firing on all cylinders, and—thanks to Pete Townsend's songwriting skills—told a thoroughly engrossing tale of a young man's struggle for identity amid the Mods vs. Rockers turmoil of 1960s England.

Fans of the world's greatest rock album got a special treat back in 2011 when it was released as a deluxe-edition boxed set, complete with previously unheard demos, a hardcover book, and various other goodies.

Last night I received an e-mail from fellow Vancouver rock writer “Big Al” MacInnis relaying the sad news that Doc Neeson, the singer from Angel City–or the Angels, as they were called in their native Australia–had passed away at the age of 67.

Man, I used to love Angel City tunes like “Marseilles”, “Shadow Boxer”, and especially “Take a Long Line.”

News of Neeson’s passing had me digging around downstairs in my boxes of old Georgia Straights, ’cause I knew I’d interviewed him back when the band put out its Two Minute Warning album.

Lo and behold, here’s my copy of the March 22, 1985 issue, with the story I was lookin’ for.

A quarter-century ago today–on May 31, 1989–American metal masters Metallica played the Pacific Coliseum. The band was touring behind …And Justice for All, its first album since the death in ’86 of bassist Cliff Burton, who was replaced by Jason Newsted.

The Vancouver concert took place four months after the release of the breakthrough single “One”, the band’s first Top 40 hit, which would win a Grammy Award for Best Metal Performance.