If anything good will come out of a spray-tan-orange shitstain taking over the White House, it’s that we’ll finally know once and for all if punk rock is dead.
About the only good thing that happened in 2016 was that Keith Richards didn’t die.
Just when you thought you were finally over Nipplegate
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To be a hard-core fan is to understand that, for a long time, the Hip was judged on what it was never able to do: crack America.
If Jesse “The Devil” Hughes has proven one thing in the wake of this past November’s horrific attacks in Paris, it’s that ignorance doesn
KISS founder might have to wait for death of rap
With Live Nation putting an official cloak of silence around the cancellation of the Squamish Valley Music Festival, it looks like Pemberton just won
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This is one PR disaster that's not going away.