The first thing that strikes me about speaking to the Metal God™ is the warmth of those dulcet Brummie tones. Greeting me with a hearty “Alright, mate”, I am at ease. With Rob Fucking Halford. CONTINUE READING THIS POST >

No-one would expect festive cheer when turning up to a Marilyn Manson gig in December – more of a freakish Halloween party vibe where all the Goths of the West Mids had been invited – and that is exactly what we got! CONTINUE READING THIS POST >