I love hair metal. I love hair metal so much it burns, you guys. There’s just something so mythical behind the whole hair-spraying, tight-leather-pants-wearing, bare-chested, glitter-and-lipstick-wearing-but-also-hard-liquor-drinking-and-motorcycle-riding way of life that was hair metal (probably especially for those of us who were born after the fact, like me). My AP Government teacher once told

Growing up without the internet and digital cameras was awesome, because we lived in the moment! Just think about today – if you take a bad photo, you just delete it, but back in the day you didn’t know until you’d gotten that motherfucker developed, so you lived with that moment

In 1985, the hysteria over music’s devious impact on the teenage brain was in full effect. The Satanic Panic of the 80s meant that the news was full of stories of metal’s subliminal messages and demonic influence on the malleable brains of the young. Tipper Gore’s Parents Music Resource Center (PMRC) came out

Growing up in the 80’s SoCal hardcore scene meant that you hated metal heads, and until the mid 80’s, that is exactly what we did! L.A. metal heads were lame for the most part, because they were all into cheesy fucking hair metal which lacked any power. Our views on