Every time we purchase an album, new or old, box set or single, we applaud all those bad girls and boys who play that rock ‘n’ roll. We love our records like some love Jesus; they do the same thing to our souls.
It may only be rock ‘n’ roll, but we like it and live it. Quenching our tuneful thirsts, we stretch our metal heads to capacity with musical knowledge, spin and re-spin records and seek out new artists when stuck in the dreaded “rut.”