Edgar
Sunday is the best day to get yourself a pet chicken. That was my Edgar yesterday, well behaved, quiet and rather tasty.
Welcome to the Feasts Of Metal! Kindly leave sobriety & pop songs at the door because here is where I rustle up some great eats in my gallows themed kitchen with Cannibal Corpse soundtrack. I'll also introduce you to my favourite metal bands, albums, gigs, anything headbangy, since I became a fan in 1981. Crank it up!
Monday, 28 May 2012
Edgar Chicken
Edgar
Sunday is the best day to get yourself a pet chicken. That was my Edgar yesterday, well behaved, quiet and rather tasty.
Monday, 14 May 2012
Tenby's Greatest Chippy
Greatness awaits beyond this doorway
Your dear mosher went down to Tenby yesterday and not only was the sun shining like a MoFo, the fish was fresh, the chips crispy and the Cola cold! I know I have mentioned Park Road chippy before but it does such fantastic fish & chips that I am compelled (yes really) to mention them again. Any lover of this classic British dish simply must visit this chip shop and taste the cod encased in golden batter. Its mouth watering!
Seriously good fish & chips
Saturday, 12 May 2012
Razor Lipstick from the Honey Boyz
Its no secret that Grunge metal/music did for Glam metal what cheeseburgers and fried banana sandwiches did for Elvis; with one swipe from its nicotine stained Fender those grunge kids lopped off the back-combed heads of the lipstick shakers and sent them sprawling for cover behind the hairspray counters. Dirt 1 - Pretty boys 0.
But the boyz it would seem are making a come back. After a a decidedly rickety period during the late nineties and early 2000's, glam metal is striding the boards again and this time its the moody lads with the sad eyes who have taken a dirtnap, or dirtbath. Perhaps its a reflection of the times? We are going through a shallow period at the moment what with threats of terror and money getting spread less thickly across the globe, so maybe more songs about good time rock and roll and cheerleaders are just what the worlds collective doctor ordered. Anthems about suicide or self mourning are much less needed.
The mainstay rock that I grew up to in the 80's (Motley Crue, Poison, Faster Pussycat, Cinderella, L.A. Guns etc) are mostly still around and still hammering out tunes to this day. The Crue particularly so having not so long ago recorded one of their best albums in years (Saints Of Los Angeles). And long may they reign because these guys have certainly paid their dues on the live monster circuit and its refreshing to hear the fun back in music after the fretboards have dished out so much gloom.
Everything moves in cycles of course and the swings and roundabouts will often shake up the music trends but I believe that in these greyest of times the day glow neon of honest-to-God rock is a perfect antidote to the war and organised religion bullshit which currently plagues this planet. It is the crest we can all stand on/surf on while the rubbish goes on below. One of the stalwarts of hair metal/rock, Bon Jovi, once said that love was Bad Medicine and they might well correct but ROCK is a very fine medicine be it glam, hair, spandex or sleaze metal. Who cares the label when it SOUNDS so damn gooood!
Of course any self respecting metalhead (lets call us that for it is the title we all share whether we be into satan or spandex) will tread carefully around the more glammier tunes for fear of tarnishing both reputation and bullet belt. But to me this is silly, in fact goes completely against the metal grain in my (studded) book because there should be no RULES or restrictions in the headbanging scene. It ought to be all raised devil horns from Guns n' Roses to Cannibal Corpse, or Warrant to Mastodon. I definately ignore the 'rules', there's too much of those in the outside world. Poison has as much a place in my CD tray as Lamb Of God, and no shame have I in kicking out 'Talk Dirty To Me' straight after Metallica's 'Creeping Death'. Why the F- should I be ashamed? Metal to me is a serpent of many colours and in these days of garbage and swine there is even more need for ballads over moshing. As I sit here tapping words onto my screen I am accompanied by the Scorpions hit 'Wind Of Change'. Indeed they have changed again; my vote is for the guys in lippy to get us through the wars.
Check out Poison live at Monsters Of Rock 1990
But the boyz it would seem are making a come back. After a a decidedly rickety period during the late nineties and early 2000's, glam metal is striding the boards again and this time its the moody lads with the sad eyes who have taken a dirtnap, or dirtbath. Perhaps its a reflection of the times? We are going through a shallow period at the moment what with threats of terror and money getting spread less thickly across the globe, so maybe more songs about good time rock and roll and cheerleaders are just what the worlds collective doctor ordered. Anthems about suicide or self mourning are much less needed.
The mainstay rock that I grew up to in the 80's (Motley Crue, Poison, Faster Pussycat, Cinderella, L.A. Guns etc) are mostly still around and still hammering out tunes to this day. The Crue particularly so having not so long ago recorded one of their best albums in years (Saints Of Los Angeles). And long may they reign because these guys have certainly paid their dues on the live monster circuit and its refreshing to hear the fun back in music after the fretboards have dished out so much gloom.
Everything moves in cycles of course and the swings and roundabouts will often shake up the music trends but I believe that in these greyest of times the day glow neon of honest-to-God rock is a perfect antidote to the war and organised religion bullshit which currently plagues this planet. It is the crest we can all stand on/surf on while the rubbish goes on below. One of the stalwarts of hair metal/rock, Bon Jovi, once said that love was Bad Medicine and they might well correct but ROCK is a very fine medicine be it glam, hair, spandex or sleaze metal. Who cares the label when it SOUNDS so damn gooood!
Of course any self respecting metalhead (lets call us that for it is the title we all share whether we be into satan or spandex) will tread carefully around the more glammier tunes for fear of tarnishing both reputation and bullet belt. But to me this is silly, in fact goes completely against the metal grain in my (studded) book because there should be no RULES or restrictions in the headbanging scene. It ought to be all raised devil horns from Guns n' Roses to Cannibal Corpse, or Warrant to Mastodon. I definately ignore the 'rules', there's too much of those in the outside world. Poison has as much a place in my CD tray as Lamb Of God, and no shame have I in kicking out 'Talk Dirty To Me' straight after Metallica's 'Creeping Death'. Why the F- should I be ashamed? Metal to me is a serpent of many colours and in these days of garbage and swine there is even more need for ballads over moshing. As I sit here tapping words onto my screen I am accompanied by the Scorpions hit 'Wind Of Change'. Indeed they have changed again; my vote is for the guys in lippy to get us through the wars.
Check out Poison live at Monsters Of Rock 1990
Monday, 7 May 2012
Amon Amarth App
Heavy metal apps rule
Amon Amarth have recently released an app for iPhone and Android called Mobile Backstage and as phone applications go, its pretty decent. It has news, member list and wall, music, all good stuff to promote the band. And best of all its FREE! Its actually a pretty cool way for fans to chat because you simply click on a member you like the look of and post on his/her wall. You need to have a Facebook page to use it though so if you don't do the whole social media thing, this app will disappoint. Lookswise its very lush as we say in Wales, with art from the bands Surtur Rising album. Good stuffs in deed! This now means that two of my favourite bands (Slayer & Amon Amarth) have cool apps, both very welcome additions to my iPhone.
P.S. My nickname is Sikki on there, if you want to check me out. mosh! \m/
Sunday, 6 May 2012
Fear Factory in Dallas
Check out some concert footage of the awesome Fear Factory at Trees in Dallas, Texas which went down on May 2nd.
Friday, 4 May 2012
Hail the Humble Snail!
I will eat almost anything. You know by this by now huh? Snake hearts, kangaroo testicles, blood soup, im willing to push my taste buds and stomach to the limit in the search for weird culinary experiences. Man wouldn't have discovered anything if it wasn't for daredevils and crazies like yours truly, and if I can get YOU to discover just one tasty treat to spice up your dinner table, then i'll consider it job done.
In these videos I get to much on snails (Escargot if youre feeling posh) again and if you want to try them (and you really should) then head on down to Lidl where you will find a pack of 12 for just £1.99p in their French food selection.
Now like I said in an earlier post, snail doesn't really have a taste of its own. (Although I dare say it would if I went out and ate one of the slimy buggers raw in the garden.) It most definately doesn't taste like chicken and in all honesty after the strong garlic butter has gone, the meat is rather bland. Most people (those who would never summon up the courage to try one) would think of snails as pure ICK but they are wrong. Its got such a plain tatse that without the garlic you wouldn't even register it, nevermind go EWWWW! I can understand snails don't look very appetising but in my opinion they are no worse looking than the rubbish served up in fast food joints. (Note to self: must not mention 'chicken' nuggets.)
You can cook snails with a dash of cognac too which helps take away the clout from garlic but its a little early in the day to hit the cognac. (Once I pop I can't stop.) Do yourselves a favour and go get a plate of escargot in garlic butter sauce today. Taste not just snails but the freedom of an adventurous palate.
In these videos I get to much on snails (Escargot if youre feeling posh) again and if you want to try them (and you really should) then head on down to Lidl where you will find a pack of 12 for just £1.99p in their French food selection.
Now like I said in an earlier post, snail doesn't really have a taste of its own. (Although I dare say it would if I went out and ate one of the slimy buggers raw in the garden.) It most definately doesn't taste like chicken and in all honesty after the strong garlic butter has gone, the meat is rather bland. Most people (those who would never summon up the courage to try one) would think of snails as pure ICK but they are wrong. Its got such a plain tatse that without the garlic you wouldn't even register it, nevermind go EWWWW! I can understand snails don't look very appetising but in my opinion they are no worse looking than the rubbish served up in fast food joints. (Note to self: must not mention 'chicken' nuggets.)
You can cook snails with a dash of cognac too which helps take away the clout from garlic but its a little early in the day to hit the cognac. (Once I pop I can't stop.) Do yourselves a favour and go get a plate of escargot in garlic butter sauce today. Taste not just snails but the freedom of an adventurous palate.
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