Crying in the Rain in the Still of the Night? It must be 1987!
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A teenager's thoughts turn to manhood, but not before an epic journey is undertaken and a terrible, sleep-induced nightmare results. It's 1986!
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Dodgy market traders, shacks in the West End of London, Fast Eddie Clarke - this must be Back to The Future, 1985 style!
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With an excellent debut under their belt and not a bad review in site, Singapore's most brutal export, Wormrot, has a beer and a cigarette with Metal as Fuck.
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It's 1984... and there's not a sex crime or, luckily, The Eurhythmics, in sight.
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Metal as Fuck's answer to Glenn A. Baker is back, and he's brought some friends with him. Read on!
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Our experiment continues. Have we found a 'non-metal' man in the corporate world willing to put the stereotypes of metal to one side and get involved in the scene? Read on...
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Come with us now on a journey into... well, heavy metal actually. Over the coming weeks, months – shit, maybe even years – Scott Adams brings us his love for metal of days past.
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Metal as Fuck is proud to present to you our first column from Los Angeles. This quote sums it up nicely:
"Just because you go to an Arch Enemy or Lamb of God show once every six months doesn’t make you part of the metal scene." - Jed Kurtzman, Statius.
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Rarely do my modelling and metal chick worlds collide, but when they do, they collide with a crash of big bang proportions! A bang loud enough that it’s necessary to be censored, apparently.
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