Photos & Text by Charles Nickles Sometimes, you’ve got to kick it with the nihilists. Throw that Judeo-Christian compass straight into the trash and burn it for the billions (dead and gone and on-and-on) succumbed to it’s foul entrapment shouting “TO FUCK WITH THE MORALITIES OF FEAR! I AM BECOMING!
Text & Photos: Charles Nickles Man, I wish I could just get high but I can’t. Like AT ALL. And when I say that, I don’t mean to come off like one of those triple bock drunks who just LOVE to go on about how Bud is, basically, water. “I
Text and Photos: Charles Nickles I can’t really wax too nostalgic about the value of the matinee gig. I was too young for the heyday of hardcore at CBGB’s and too politically ambivalent to have really committed to the new wave that rose up in the crumbling anarchy of ABC
Text & Photos: Charles Nickles I went to bed at 4am like you do when it’s Friday and a month without a day job has you thinking it would be a real cool time to hang around a bunch of pleather kids slithering around in white drugs and overpriced Tecate
Text & Photos: Charles Nickles So I’ve been a bit of a weirdo lately what with the swelling and the sloughing from whatever in the sweet fuck followed me back from the woods of Maryland. I haven’t seen my friends. I haven’t exercised. I missed Have a Nice Life and
Photos by Charles Nickles The third installment of Shadow Woods Metal Fest, aka sleepaway camp for metal heads, is in the books. You know what it is. Unfortunately for you, me, planet earth et al., what I didn’t realize when I wrote that outstanding preview piece was that this year’s installment