The Vengeance Formulation

You think you are a Lord and can outright tell people what to fucking do

But you have no idea in your mind what you have just put them through

You are not a man and you are not a god but you are a fucking weak parasite

All you ever fucking do is ruin everything and suck the blood out of people's lives

You cannot fathom the hatred and the rage that is coming down your way

Soon enough people will rise and will have enough of your stupid games

Destroy everything that you have ever known and burn it down

You fucked up and your pathetic empire crumbles to the ground

The sycophants are all you have left and there are no more friends

Your days are numbered this is the countdown to your fucking end

My world is your brand new hell my world is your brand new hell

Your time is up this is vengeance beyond fucking vengeance

My world is your brand new hell my world is your brand new hell

Your time is up this is vengeance beyond fucking vengeance

You like and want to kick a man when he is down as one of your fucked up games

But soon you will be the only one who will be left to dig your own fucking grave

You are not a man and you are not a god but you are a fucking weak parasite

All you ever fucking do is ruin everything and suck the blood out of people's lives

You cannot fathom the hatred and the rage that is coming down your way

Soon enough people will rise and will have enough of your stupid games

You lie to people just to save your skin but you cannot ever comprehend

You want some kind of infamy but you should know this is the fucking end

You are not a man and you are not a god but you are a fucking weak parasite

All you ever fucking do is ruin everything and suck the blood out of people's lives

You cannot fathom the hatred and the rage that is coming down your way

Soon enough people will rise and will have enough of your stupid games

I Can See Clearly Now

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone, I can see all obstacles in my way 
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind it's gonna be a bright bright Sun-Shiny day. 
I think I can make it now, the pain is gone all of the bad feelings have disappeared 
Here is the rainbow I've been prayin' for it's gonna be a bright bright Sun-Shiny day. 

Look all around, there's nothin' but blue skies 
Look straight ahead, nothin' but blue skies 
I can see clearly now, the rain is gone, I can see all obstacles in my way 
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind it's gonna be a bright bright Sun-Shiny day.

The Discovery (The Squire Turn'd Ferret)

MOST true it is, I dare to say, ever since the Days of Eve, 
The weakest Woman sometimes may the wisest Man deceive. 
For Davenant circumspect, sedate a Machiavel by trade 
Arrived Express, with News of Weight, and thus, at court, he said. 
 At Godliman, hard by the Bull, a woman, long thought barren bears rabbits Gad so plentiful, 
You would take her for a warren these eyes, quoth He, beheld them clear 
What, do ye doubt my view behold this narrative that's here; why, zounds and blood it is true. 

Some said that Douglas sent should be, some talked of Walker's Merit, 
But most held, in this midwifery, no doctor like a FERRET. 
But Molyneux, who heard this told, right wary He and wise cried sagely, 
It is not safe, I hold, to trust to Davenant's Eyes. a vow to God 
He then did make He would himself go down, St. Andre too, the scale to take of that phenomenon. He ordered then his Coach and Four The Coach was quickly got them
Resolved this Secret to explore, And search it to the Bottom. 

 At Godliman they now arrive, for haste they made exceeding; 
As Courtiers should, whenever they strive to be informed of breeding. 
The good Wife to the Surgeon sent, and said to him, Good Neighbour, 
It is a pity that two squires so gent should come and lose their labour. 
The Surgeon with a rabbit came, but first in pieces cut it; 
Then slyly thrust it up that same as far as man could put it 
Ye Guildford Innkeepers take heed You dress not such a Rabbit, 
Ye Poulterers eke, destroy the breed, it is so unsavory a-Bit.

But hold! says Molly, first let's try, now that her legs are open, 
If ought within we may descry by help of Telescope. 
The Instrument himself did make, He raised and leveled right, 
But all about was so opaque, it could not aid his sight. 
 On Tiptoe then the Squire he stood but first He gave her Money
Then reached as high as ever He could, and cried, I feel a CONY. 
Is it alive? St. Andre cried It is; I feel it stir. 
Is it full grown? the Squire replied; It is; see here's the FUR.

And now two legs St. Andre got and then came two legs more;
Now fell the head to Molly's Lot and so the work was over
The Woman, thus being brought to bed said, to reward your pains,
St. Andre shall dissect the head and thou shalt have the brains.
He lapped it in a linen rag,then thanked her for her kindness;
And crammed it in the velvet bag that serves His Royal Highness
That Bag which Jenny, wanton slut first brought to foul disgrace
Stealing the papers thence she put veal-cutlets in their place.
O! happy would it be, I ween could they these Rabbits smother
Molly had never a Midwife been nor she a shameful mother
Why has the Proverb falsely said better two heads than one;
Could Molly hide this rabbit's head he still might shew his own.

Nix My Dolly, Pals Fakeaway.

In a box of the stone jug I was born, of a hempen widow the kid forlorn, Fake away. 

And my noble father, as I've heard say, was a famous merchant of capers gay, 

Nix my dolly, pals, fake away,  Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

My knuckles in quad did my school men play, and put me up to the time of day, Fake away. 

No dummy hunter had forks so fly, no knuckles deftly could fake a Eloy

Nix my dolly, pals, fake away. Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

But my nuttiest lady one fine day, to the beaks did her gentleman betray, Fake away. 

And so I was bowled out at last and into the jug for a lag was cast, Nix my dolly, pals, fake away, 

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. But I slipped my derbies one fine day, And gave to the dubs man a holiday. Fake away. And here I am, pals, merry and free, A regular rollicking Romany, Nix my dolly, pals, fake away, 

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

Knife in the Window

Now if maidens were sheep, love, and they fed on the mountains, 
Now if maidens were sheep, love, and they fed on the mountains, 
Then all the young men they would go and feed with them. 
Then all the young men they would go and feed with them. 

“Oh Molly my true-love, may I come to bed to you?” 
“Oh yes”, she replied, “you can come to bed with me.”
 “Now the door it is bolted and I cannot undo it.” “Oh now”, she replied, “you must put your knee to it.” 

 So I put my knee to it and the door flew asunder and upstairs I went, like lightning and thunder. “Now your small things are tight, love, and I cannot undo it.” 
“Oh now”, she replied, “there's a knife in the window.” 
Now her small things fell off her and I into bed tumbled, 
And I'll leave you to guess how we young couple fumbled.

Pretty Polly

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, it's I've come a-wooin'; 
Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, it's I've come a-wooin'.” 
She says, “Creep and crawl through the window then and let's get doing and lay your leg over me, over me, do.” “

My britches is tight and I cannot undo 'em, 
My britches is tight and I cannot undo 'em.” 
“There's a knife on the window sill, love, take it to 'em, and lay your leg over me, over me, do.” 

Well the knife it was got and the britches cut asunder, the knife it was got and the britches cut asunder; 
And then they went to it like lightning and thunder, Cryin', “Lay your leg over me, over me, do.” About forty weeks after, the fine baby come bawlin', 
About forty weeks after, a fine baby come bawlin';
 But she never regretted that creepin' and crawlin', And cryin',“Lay your leg over me, over me, do.”

Nancy and Johnny / The Knife in the Window

Last Saturday night young Nancy laid sleeping, and into her bedroom young Johnny went a-creeping,
With his long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to his knee. 
He said, “Lovely Nancy, may I come to bed to you?” 
She smiled and replied, “John, I'm afraid you'll undo me with your long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to your knee.” 

His small clothes fell from him and into bed tumbled, 
She laughed in his face when his breeches he fumbled 
With his long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to his knee. 
 “My breeches fit tight, love, I cannot undo them.” 
She smiled and replied, “John, you must take a knife to them with your long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to your knee.” “
My knife will not cut, love, it ain't worth a cinder.”
She smiled and replied, “John, there's two on the window with your long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to your knee.” 

He picked up the knife, and he unlaced his breeches. 
He undressed his breeches, and into bed he tumbled 
With his long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to his knee. 
All the long night how they rolled and they tumbled. 
Before daylight i' the morning Nancy's nightgown he crumbled 
With his long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to his knee. 
 Now nine months being past, it fell on a Sunday, 
A child it was born with a knife-mark in the window with a long fol-the-riddle-i-do right down to his knee.

Blackbirds and Thrushes

As I was a-walking for my recreation, Down by the green meadows I silently strayed. There I met a fair maid making great lamentation, “Oh, Jimmy will be slain in the wars I'm afraid.” The blackbirds and thrushes sing in the green bushes, The larks and the doves seem to mourn for this maid. And the song she sang was concerning her lover; “Oh, Jimmy will be slain in the wars I'm afraid.” When Jimmy returned with his heart full of yearning, He found his dear Mary all dead in her grave. He cried, “I'm forsaken, my poor heart is breaking, I wish that I never had left this fair maid.”

Hares on the Mountain

If maidens could sing like blackbirds and thrushes 
If maidens could sing like blackbirds and thrushes 
How many young men would go hide in the bushes? 
If maidens could run like hares on the common 
If maidens could run like hares on the common 

How many young men would take guns and go hunting? 
If maidens could swim like fish in the water 
If maidens could swim like fish in the water 
How many young men would undress and dive after? 
If maidens could run like hares on the common 
If maidens could run like hares on the common 
How many young men would take guns and go hunting?

Jack Sheppard

Some years ago, perhaps a hundred, Jack Sheppard lived, the bold and free.
A smarter chap ne'er cracked a crib, sir, nor swung upon old Tyburn tree.
Now, William Woods he was Jack's master, and a carpenter by trade.
He made all sorts of wooden boxes, and Jack to him was apprentice made.

Then Jack he courted his master's daughter, but she jilted him, I must confess.
Then Jack he married two wives after, Emma Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. 
 One day Jack, being short of money, he took it in his precious head 
All for to rob his late employer after they had gone to bed. 
Now, William Woods slept very soundly, But Missus Woods did only doze, 
And when Jack Sheppard made his entry Madame Woods kicked off the clothes. 

She rose and caught Jack by the breeches, and Jack he would have gone to prison, 
But Mister Blueskin, Jack's accomplice, Madame Woods cut through the weasand. 
Then Jack was taken and put in prison, in irons strong he was bound down, 
But Jack he swore he'd break his fetters If they weighed a thousand pound. 

 His wife went to him in the prison, which circumstance to him did please; 
And to escape out of the window He tore the tail off her chemise. 
Now three times he was put in prison for three times he had got away. 
He being tired of escaping they hung him up on a summer's day.

The Ballad of Mary Read and Anne Bonny

Mary Read, a pretty girl, made to act a boy,
To keep her grandma’s money she’s a brotherly decoy. 
Red-haired Anne she stabbed a girl when she was just 13,
She married Bonny, took his name, but never took his scene. 

Mary joined the army as a man and fought a war, 
Proved herself in battle, took a husband from the corps. 
Anne she left her husband for a pirate of some note, 
Who thought himself the toughest man of any man afloat. 

Running away in the night; 
Looking for something to make it all right. 

Mary’s husband breathed no more and so she closed the bar, 
She boarded ship and sailed west, she sailed oh so far. 
A pirate ship did take them, so she joined up with the crew, 
Though she was “he” as far as they or any of them knew. 

Bonny found this sailor man was rather to her taste; 
So Mary had to prove herself, and rather in some haste. 
Then Captain Jack, a jealous man, had made a point to say, 
So Mary proved she’s not a man, a second time that day. 

Running away in the night; 
Looking for something to make it all right. 
Freedom under black flags, flying overhead, 
Do not let them catch you they will hang you dead. 

This pirate ship had its own flag upon a field of black, 
A pair of swords below a skull said this is Calico Jack. 
“William” was her name and true she sailed upon the seas, 
And pirating is what they did while following the breeze. 

Anne Bonny had her Captain Jack, and Jack had Bonny too, 
Mary wanted her own man, a love that might be true. 
A captured lad became that man who might make her his wife, 
Although she had to win a duel to save his meager life. 

Running away in the night; 
Looking for something to make it all right. 

Captain Barrett, pirate hunter, hunting Captain Jack, 
One morning he did find them, and launch a quick attack. 
Jack and crew were quite surprised and hid inside the hold, 
While Read and Bonny stood their ground, that’s how the story’s told. 

Mary shot below the deck, “Come here! Fight like a man!” 
Jack looked up, saw swords and guns, and Mary next to Anne. 
But Jack and crew stayed hidden still, and begging for their lives, 
The pirate hunters took them all and took their guns and knives. 

Running away in the night; 
Looking for something to make it all right. 
Freedom under black flags, flying overhead, 
Do not let them catch you they will hang you dead. 

Jamaican court says Jack must hang, for evil pirate ways, 
While Read and Bonny plead their bellies for a legal stay. 
And Bonny said to Jack that day before he met his God, 
“If you had fought more like a man, you’d not hang like a dog.” 

Running away in the night; 
Looking for something to make it all right. 
Freedom under black flags, flying overhead, 
Do not let them catch you they will hang you dead.

Border Collie Song

Border Collie Song

I'm ready to work, I'm ready to work, I'm ready to work, let's go! 
What's the hold up? I'm ready to work, let's go I am ready to work, 
I'm ready to herd I'm ready to go, just say the word in case you dogs have not heard, 
I'm a working dog 

Now I've got issues, I'll admit, I basically don't know when to quit
My one and only occupation, keep those herds in a tight formation 
Missing heifers, wayward strays, it tends to put a damper on my day 
It's in my blood, what can I say? I'm a goddamn working dog 
Get off my porch, get out of my way I'm a goddamn working dog. 

Working dog, you son of a bitch, I take my bath in a drainage ditch 
Wait one second Let me scratch this itch I'm back I can do this all damn day, 
Get off of my porch, get out of my way I'm a goddamn working dog 
Off my porch, get out of my way, I'm a goddamn working dog."

Turpin Hero

On Hounslow Heath as I rode out I spied a lawyer riding about;
“Now sir,” I said, “Run all you can From Turpin that mischievous man.”
On Hounslow Heath as I rode o'er I spied a lawyer riding before.
“Kind sir,” said I, “are you afraid of Turpin, that mischievous blade?

O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin O
O rare Turpin hero,
O rare Turpin O

Said Turpin, “He'd ne'er find me o'er I hid my money in my boot.”
The lawyer says, “There's none can find, I hid my gold in my cape behind.”
Says Turpin, “He'd ne'er find me out I hid my money in my boot.”
Well then says he lawyer, “There's none can find my gold, for it's stitched in my coat behind.”

As they were riding past the mill Turpin commands him to stand still;
Says he, “Your cloak I must cut off my mare she needs a saddle cloth.”
As they rode down by the Powder mill Turpin demands him to be still;
“Now Sir, your coat I will cut off for my mare she needs a new saddle cloth.”

This caused the lawyer much to fret to see how simply he'd been took,
But Turpin robbed him of his store because he knew he'd lie for more.
As Turpin rode in search of prey he spied a taxman on the way;
And boldly then he bid him stand “Your gold,” he said, “I do demand.”

Turpin then without remorse he knocked him quite from off his horse;
And left him on the ground to sprawl while he rode off with his gold and all.
As Turpin rode on Salisbury plain he met Lord Judge with all his train;
And hero-like he did approach and robbed that Judge as he sat in his coach.

Turpin he at last was took for the shooting of a dung-hill cock,
And carried straight into jail where his bad move he does bewail.
Well Turpin is condemned to die to hang upon yon gallows high;
Whose legacy is a strong rope, for the shooting of a dung-hill cock.

Band Aid Parody lyrics

Famine famine its really bad famine famine especially at Christmas time 
I care that's why I specially done my hair 
I wasn't going to but then I heard the TV people were there 
And Christmas bells in a Muslim country would sound fucking weird 
So tonight that fuck we are OK and it's only the Africans who are starving instead of you

Standard Text For Band Music Management

I started this project in 2009, it took me awhile because at the time I was working at my dad's pharmacy. There were other people in the band besides myself and my brother but they later became unreliable and lazy and expected me to pick up after them. A few years ago I produced the first band demo for friends and relatives, in 2018 I produced and released 4 independant albums within 6 months,
The future plans are now is to find/get brand new band members, record and release new music, and tour nationally and internationally to get a more bigger fanbase

A Poem For The Narcissistic Generation

They live their lives for the spotlight an instant gratifying feed
Their sole purpose in life is to starve us for their own greed
They worship false celebrities and anyone with an Instragram account
When war arises their bodies will be left for the head count

They hashtag anything and troll people if it doesnt fit in their views
Just like Donald Trump they will dismiss anything as fake news
They can pout all they want and take a dozen pictures of food
As soon as war is on their doorstep they will be the ones barbecued

The men of this generation are a mixture of soy boy and steroid freak
Somehow there is no middle ground and there is nothing in between
The steroid freaks like to act tough while eating their sludge and injecting themselves
While the soy boys become SJWs spreading their views so that it becomes harrassment

Left is right and right is left and everything is doublespeak like 1984
They will be erased from history when there is blood on the valley floor
Fuck these troglodytes and trigglypuffs because they do not speak for me
They have no order of magnitude but at least i can live a life for free

They boycott and protest anything and claim to speak for the nation
The obstacle in their lives is a hammer set to the tune of demolition
Fuck these troglodytes and trigglypuffs because they do not speak for me
They have no order of magnitude but at least i can live a life for free

Aspergers & Music

The reason why I like to play music is because it gives me the need to express myself. I love listening to all kinds of music because it trains my ears to know which chord and note is which. I have Aspergers which makes things difficult for me and often at times I do not understand people most of the time because the signals that they give is hard to see. There at a times where I exhibit great frustration and fear much to my dismay. One plays music to be happy and creative, not to have fame and fortune. I am hoping to become a guitar teacher because nowadays music has lost its fighting spirit and people need a kick up the backside again to play a musical instrument. I also play in a band which I formed some years ago because I wanted to express myself in front of people and also I want to have the enjoyment of playing on a stage. I have played on open mike nights which has led me into the world of playing live music which I still enjoy thoroughly. I have a love of playing guitar, I also play the bass guitar, drums, acoustic guitar, electroacoustic guitar and an odd interpretation of playing the piano/keyboard. My favourite music is Heavy Metal however I am open to other genres such as classical and world music, jazz, spoken word, new wave, instrumental, blues and then there is some opera lurking around in the background.

Lyric writing helps in a way to deal with the aggravation has come into my daily life. Reading and research helps me to understand where things come from and why it should be made relevant even it has become irrelevant. Music should always be about creativity and not competition. No one would care if one played guitar or any instruments like an Olympic level athlete. Instruments should be a source of fun, of course things such as chord progressions and scales should be learnt but playing an instrument whether in a band or solo should be for enjoyment, one does not play in a band for competition but for fun of expressing oneself through an instrument.     

Spitting Image & The Reason For Return

Spitting Image was an iconic 1980s television comedy sketch show. It satirized well known celebrities, politicians and other figures in the media. Its main target for satire were people such as Margaret Thatcher, Ronald Reagan, Ayatollah Khomeini and Colonel Ghaddfi. The show also parodied film awards, elections and other television spectacles. The show itself also made its own music videos such as We Are Scared Of Bob, The Chicken Song & I've Never Met A Nice South African, all of which became stand alone singles. The show also collaborated with progressive rock band Genesis for the song Land Of Confusion which became a landmark music video in the era of MTV.

The reason why this show should make a return is because this world has become a land of confusion. Terrorism is rife at home and abroad, the President Of The United States is a lunatic on Twitter and Kim Jong Un is a trigger happy nuclear war man child. There is also the #MeToo Movement which has created confusion on the way a man should approach a woman without fear of harassment and there is the SJWs which seem to protest against anything and anyone without doing any form of research which could have been relevant to their 'cause', the most well known video on Youtube is of Canadian Professor Jordan Peterson being confronted by SJWs over the whole trans debate of nouns or pronouns to call a person. Then there is the narcissists, the ones that have their faces splashed on the Daily Mail, The Sun & News Of The World, and others which have appeared on television shows such as The Only Way Is Essex, Geordie/Jersey Shore, Love Island and Ex On The Beach. But the most narcissistic of them all is the Kardashians and Kanye West. They have incensed and enraged the public with their delusions of grandeur and its getting to the point of near human meltdown. People who selfie themselves on Instagram, Facebook and other social media sites are also targets of satire & parody.

These targets would be a dream come true for the creators of Spitting Image because they could turn it around and shove it back to the people they are satirizing. The person that was most target for parody on Spitting Image was Mary Whitehouse who is the ultimate figure for the SJWs. She was offended by everything. The return of Spitting Image would also see the return of well educated and clever humour because the creators and actors would have spent their days at university. Today's humour is OK but it has become distorted and the jokes do not really have a punchline. If people want to be humourous in day to day life, in order to be comedic, one needs to research early pioneers such as The Marx Brothers, Laurel & Hardy, and trailblazers such as The Two Ronnies, Monty Python, That Was The Week That Was, and alternative comedians in Not The Nine O'Clock News, Bremner, Bird & Fortune & The Young Ones. The big book of comedy one should read is The Really Wicked Joke Book, and also books from Horrible Histories

Dimebag Darrell (Pantera) Tribute Album

Blue Light Turning Into Red/PST 1988

Pussy tight, tonight, pussy tight

Just keep it coming just keep me pleased,

If you know what is good for you, you will be looking for me

I know you know I can please

Last night was crazy got in a fight Saturday night

But tonight Daddy is going to make it right

Slip and dance with me all night

Pussy tight, tonight, pussy tight

Coors Light on ice, she is getting right

She is feeling my rise do not stop roll the dice,

She is got my rod in her thighs

Tonight feels crazy, open the tight you know I might

Call me at day I cannot fucking wait!

That is supposed to feels like I can handle all right?

Pussy tight, tonight, pussy tight

Let’s Go

Let's go, let's go for it

Ain't a motherfucker gonna beat me to it

Let's go, let's go for it

Ain't a motherfucker gonna beat me to it

Let's go, let's go for it

Ain't a cocksucker gonna beat me to it

Let's go, let's go for it

Ain't a motherfucker gonna beat me to it

Let's go, let's go for it

Ain't a motherfucker gonna beat me to it

Let's go, let's go for it

Ain't a motherfucker gonna beat me to it

Let's go, let's go for it

Ain't no motherfucker, that can touch me

Let's go, let's go for it

Ain't a motherfucker gonna beat me to it

Let's go, let's go for it

Ain't a motherfucker gonna beat me to it

Let's go, let's go for it

Ain't a cocksucker gonna beat me to it

COUNTRY WESTERN TRANSVESTITE WHORE

I met her under the neon lights I knew right then it was love at first sight

And she's a lady, and I'm a man she smelled just like a rose garden of sex

She throw her tongue all the way down my neck she's a lady one hundred per cent 

We two-stepped until the morning light

Making love, shooting whisky, flying high as a kite

I knew right then, it was love at first sight she's a lady, and I'm a man

I took her to my house all hot and horny now

Lust tattooed on her arm, her love that couldn't do me no harm

But the bitch had a dick well hung to the floor

I had to think of something quick so I put it up her back door

Her silver wings, had just started to soar,

She's a one time country and western transvestite whore

Caged In A Rage

Why burn holes in water you know what that means in your eyes.. 

Feel my heat my burning sensation fry inside your mind

Did somebody say what up you got that mother fucking right! 

I wasted my opinions strip you down to the core on the floor wanting more 

Caged in a rage I'm caged in a rage caged in a rage caged in a rage 

I am the burning inferno I am the flame thrower

My burning free burns white hot burn you deeper and deeper 

When I strike a match you'll light your fucking flame

Because you know my ways ain't ever, ever, ever going to change

Caged in a rage caged in a rage caged in a rage caged in a rage

Caged in a rage caged in a rage caged in a rage caged in a rage

Snow Blind

It's so hard to feel right when I'm travelling around and you're far behind

I wish I could see my lady I hope you don't mind because

I'm snowblind, I can't see a thing, I'm snowblind, I don't want to sing

I'm snowblind, need a familiar face I'm snowblind, think I'm lost in space

Looking out my window, sometimes I wonder am I ever going to get to where I'm going to go home

Maybe tomorrow, maybe next summer I just don't know because

I'm snowblind, I can't see a thing, I'm snowblind, I don't want to sing

I'm snowblind, need a familiar face I'm snowblind, think I'm lost in space

Moving around, I get in trouble when I'm feeling so low and out of my mind

I don't want to burst your bubble you know the reason why because

I'm snowblind, I can't see a thing, I'm snowblind, I don't want to sing

I'm snowblind, need a familiar face I'm snowblind, think I'm lost in space

Blackout Society 

Kick back listen to Zakk the baddest Mother Fucker on the 6-string axe

I'm in the Blackout Society born to raise hell, rock, kill & drink

It all seems like one drunk haze I'm a drunk and I'm fried

No lost soul can save my life I am, now I am in my wasted state of mind

Consumed by worry, stress & fear the only way I ease my pain is Whiskey & Beer

Fuck those worries no time to waste strap on the git-fiddle I'm back in my game

It all seems like one drunk haze I'm a drunk and I'm fried

No lost soul can save my life I am, now I am in my wasted state of mind

It all seems like one drunk haze I'm a drunk and I'm fried

No lost soul can save my life I'm a drunk, I'm a drunk TILL THE MOTHER FUCKING DAY I DIE

True

Look up, take a look around don’t tell me that there’s something wrong, in this world of frowns

Say no more you know it’s true no one’s gonna do it for you

Nothing makes it easy but faith and believing you know it’s true

Now you’re on your own try hard for the best

Control responsibility, to hell with all the rest and you, will see, it’s true

Believe in yourself you can do anything you want no more they know it’s true

Make some progress keep it rolling in line

Draw straight for your goal don’t waste no time  I said you know it’s true

Now you’re on your own try hard for the best

Control responsibility, to hell with all the rest

And you, will see, it’s true true, is true as true can be

True as true can be true, is biased reality

Are you ready, to take it on, crazy true, is true as true can be

True as true can be true it’s true

Twisted

Hell, lately I've been living way too damn fast

This successful life I'm leading is bound to kick my ass

My gold and platinum records just pay my gold card bills

My whiskey drinking Cadillac two story house on the hill

But it's hell it's hell and it's twisted it's twisted

Nobody have mercy on me mercy on my soul

I lived the life of a million men but I ain't even thirty years old

Gotta keep on, keep it on, until it's time I go

Hell, I've been talking to myself about leaving this smoke screen haze

Well, Mr. Fag let me tell you that is the price you've got to pay

But it's hell it's hell and it's twisted it's twisted

Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me mercy on my soul

I lived the lives of a million men yet, I ain't even thirty years old

Gotta keep on, keep it on until it's time I go

I do it to myself every day every night

Hell more hell it gets twisted twisted

Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me mercy on my soul

I lived the lives of a million men yet, I ain't even thirty years old

So, maybe have mercy on me can you feel me in your soul?

I've been by your side, fourteen long years and I ain't even thirty years old

Gotta keep on, keep it on, until it's time I go

But it's hell it's hell and it's twisted it's twisted

Whiskey Road

Confusion in my head was it something that I said as I start to drink I begin to think

All the whiskey in a bottle is blood in my veins as I keep believing this pain will go away

Lightning strike my bloodshot eyes am I asleep or wide awake

The self-inflicted misery is feeding off my brain it's left me feeling cold

As I begin to shake I'm feeling cold

Whiskey road take me home and wash away the pain

Whiskey road leave me whole and wash me clean again

Frustration I'm attacking myself and no one understands just please let it end

Every step forward is two steps back flashback, I feel it coming

And I'm feeling cold as I refuse to break so cold So cold

Whiskey road take me home and wash away the pain

Whiskey road leave me whole and wash me clean again

Claustrofobia Reality Show

The social disparities fuck up our country
The government is corrupt and unjust money addicted mercenaries
They abandon the poor people and leave them starving
Dying in dirty crowed hospitals humble and unemployed people

This is our reality
This is our reality show

The poor and the disoriented being rejected
Being punched by the incompetent police
Who abuse their power under cocaine effects
Tormented and altered brains

Revolted people who have nothing to lose
Murders, murders, feelings are unleashed
Innocent people brutally dying
Misery risen into the womb

The future is bleeding consequences of a blind and selfish system
That enriches destroying lives this is our reality

Overkill Bastard Nation

Twisted torn and ripped the balance goes away.
Mine is but an active imagination.
Tear the boundary down no more line.
Take a look inside the bastard that you find.
Yelling screamed and ripped just to have a say.
Yours is but an over exaggeration.
Throw the civil down kill your fear.
Feel the need, to act on what you hear!
Did they say we were hard?!
Did they say we were separation?!
Citizens of a bastard nation?!

Waste me for what I do not for what you hate.
Guilt became the prime motivation.
Throw the civil down kill his seed.
Let's cut out the heart to see if it bleeds.
Crippled lame and trapped the balance falls away.
Move, to total separation dissolve the boundary now!
Kill the line you become the new bastard that you find.
Did they say we were hard?!
Did they say we were separation?!
Citizens of a bastard nation?!

I'll walk away if you do and I'll stay if you do.
What you fear fearing be a man.
Did they say we were hard?!
Did they say we were separation?!
Citizens of a bastard nation?!

Overkill Horrorscope

Critical moments pass as doctrines of fools will last.
I am just trying to cope into my horrorscope.
Through eyes and ears they bleed reciting their holy creed.
Heeding but one request the future is put to rest...
Bless me in darkened days down to my knees I pray.
I am just trying to cope within this horrorscope.
In the wake of all frustration I begin to lose control.

Watched as the weapons fired bombs bursting in the air...
Burned in the fields of fire standing in the middle of nowhere.
Watched as the weapons fired baptized in fields of fire!
Well the change is here and the future clear I can feel it coming.
So full of hate it's getting late I know it's coming.
When all the choice turned to just one voice,
The wind is turning this is your horrorscope...

Words laced with blasphemy drip with sincerity.
Falling into the plan like sacrificial lambs.
Hearing the words and said rings like nail to the head.
Now I can see the stars I know we have gone too far.

Obituary The End Complete

You will soon come with me to die and find that death is not the end.
Who I say, who will, who won't be freed tell me that this is not the end complete.
Even as the end's complete finding strength in one's defeat.
Living in an endless score killing me with battle sores.

I'm the one that's sent to kill feeling all destructive will.
Bring forth one dead soul decay the end completes the final day.
When the time has come to bare dying young fall to despair.
To bring forth one dead soul decay the end completes the final day.

Anna Nicole Smith

Did I hear someone say Nicole? Lo and behold, out of left field, the never boring dark horse contender, Anna Nichole, outshines all the other "Party Bimbos and fulfilling her destiny, ups and dies in a fucking hotel in Florida! Fucking perfect. Who could ask or anything more? That the same fate awaits Paris Hilton?
Tragic, tragic loss of her beloved son ouch, that's gotta hurt; on camera breakdowns (and it's always the "celebrities" that have the on camera breakdowns that buy it early, you notice?). What was dear sweet departed Anna famous for anyway? I don't remember. She never released sex tape, did she? Some frat boy blowing chunky cum all into her surprisingly deep and intelligent eye.
All I think of when I think of Anna is boobs and a weight problem and then suddenly last year, I wanted to fuck her again in the ass.

She's another one. You'd want her to blow you, absolutely, but you'd secretly be wanting to fuck her in the ass. Even you ladies out there. Admit it, come on you and ramming a big black dildo up Anna Nicole's wobbly waiting to explode middle aged ass.
I do feel a sense of the cliché inevitable ending of St. Anna (the Protector of all the scooped out casualties who've had a taste and then became fodder) sadness. You know, she was hot wool and couldn't help the script she was living out.
What I really miss is the future classic Z list made in Taiwan reunion of Anna Nichole and Kirsty Alley as two escaped Lesbian Female Sumo wrestlers belly bumping their way to Enlightenment in "American Sumo Mamas II"
Who gets the one dead millionaires money now though? The son's gone (was he the dead millionaires kid?). Anna is too maybe Al Qaida killed her. Was Anna Nichole murdered?
I hope so because that would satiate our current need to asphyxiate ourselves on the lives of other people who should be fucked in the ass. George Clooney, I'd fuck him in the ass. Michael Jackson David Swimmer, Brad Pitt, Julliette Lewis, Anabella Jolie or whatever pretentious Moonflower wannabe Cosmo 70's name she has oh dear sweet God smiling down upon us from heaven, I'd fuck her in the ass. The list is endless. Even non-contenders like James Earl Jones I could see fucking in the ass. Madonna oh my word let's just make this observation and change the subject. There's only one celebrity that I can think of that I wouldn't want to fuck in the ass and that's Sean Connery.

Why are the same people we put on pedestals and love for basically having plastic surgery and an agent (speaking of wanting to ass rape celebrities, Jennifer Aniston, I don't care about your new boobs anymore than I care about Fascist agendas, so no matter what you do to the fun bags to sell press, in my mind it's drilling for oil, that sweet sweet black gold that makes you "famous" in my eyes.
Anyway, Anna Nicole, your dream came true. Enjoy it and God rest your soul. You think her box may have smelled a bit? I get a sense it did. Yeasty or something.

Machine Head Through The Ashes Of Empires 10th Anniversary

Here is a series of notes written by Robb Flynn of Machine Head about the 10th Birthday of Through The Ashes Of Empires, so grab a cold one and enjoy the history of what made a really good metal album in the past decade.

Yesterday the guys and I were having a beer down the street from our jam room at a place called Beer Revolution.  While I was sitting there sippin' on an Altamont Beer Works "Dirty D" brown ale, Phil turned to me and said, "Through The Ashes is 10 today."  I knew it was coming up, but forgot to look up the date. Fuck me, it's hard to believe that it's been 10 years since this era of the band has happened, I mean really hard to believe.

Back in the day there was an old Virginia Slims cigarette ad aimed at empowering women to smoke and it said, "You've come a long way baby."

Fuckin’ A.

A lot of you know the story by now, as it was well documented in 2005's "Elegies" DVD and re-told (and often twisted around) ad infinitum by the press regarding the struggles we went through as a band just to even get the album out.

But on this momentous occasion, it's definitely worth re-telling and maybe even filling in a few blanks for you guys. And make no mistake, it IS a momentous occasion! It’s a milestone for Machine Head and something that deserves to be celebrated by both us and our fans, and an album we should be, and are, very proud of.

I going to tell this in 3 parts, because I think it's important to frame "the times."  Where we were at as a band, where we were at as people, and where the music business was at.  Honestly so much of what went in, and came out of that record is what we were up against.

So without further adieu in honor of the 10 year anniversary of “Through The Ashes Of Empires,” here is part 1 of the story:

It all started back in Sept. 2001; we were getting ready to release our “much-less-than-spectacular-but way-better-than-most-people-complain-about” 4th album, “Supercharger.”  Then 9-11 happened some two weeks after we had shot a video for our song "Crashing Around You" that had images of buildings on fire, and an original treatment that had us playing on top of buildings that were "crashing around us", needless to say, this and "Let The Bodies Hit The Floor" were the worst song titles of the time and were instantly banned off of every radio playlist in America.

We got into a huge fight with our-then label Roadrunner Records, our stance was that we needed to push the record back, that no one was going care, that it was too much of a national tragedy to get people to care about music. They, and in particular their dickhead radio guy Dave Lancao insisted it would be fine, that in 2 weeks 9-11 wasn't going to affect people buying records, and the release would go on as planned.  We went on tour "6 days" after 9-11 in the U.S. with Fear Factory, Ill Nino and Chimaira on the ‘Road Rage’ tour and played to a depressed / stunned / confused nation, and in many ways, these dates shaped what was to come.

It was a confusing, shocking, at times overwhelming tour. Every night walking out onstage and looking at a crowd of Machine Head fans whose faces said "why am I here?", "is it going to be all right?", "what's happening?".  And unfortunately our faces said the same thing; we didn't know the answers either.  We were just as confused and fucked up and wanted to be home with our wives/girlfriends because if it “wasn’t going to be all right, who the hell wanted to be alone?”

But we had music.  And in that moment, we had each other. And we needed each other.  We got thru it together.  As crazy as the World around us was, for a short time, somewhere in a half-filled club, somewhere in the United States, the world made fucking sense. I will never forget that U.S. tour as long as I live, in the end it was one of the best tours I've ever done. Machine Head changed on that tour, it wasn't about headbanging and getting drunk and having a good time, it was about connecting, surviving, believing, being alive in the moment.

We headlined Europe in November, when every other band cancelled cause “they were too afraid to fly.”  We said "fuck that!"  That’s exactly what the terrorists wanted, for people to be scared and not live their lives anymore. If we die flying over to play for our fans, well... there's a lot worse ways to go.  The tour went amazing, we sold out Brixton Academy, recorded it for "HellaLive".  Somewhere in there we fired our then-manager (Slayer's manager) Rick Sales, hired our old manager Joseph Huston back, and then went and headlined America in January 2002.  Roadrunner had told us they would re-launch the record since as we had predicted; the world was in too much shock to care about buying anyone’s album.

They reneged on the deal, and in combination with many things; the fact that we had originally signed an incredibly shitty deal, signed over our merchandise and publishing, had gotten atrocious rates, owed them 1.2 million dollars, and had our publishing rights sold out from under us in the middle of a renegotiation, we demanded to be let go from our recording contract 3 albums early. I wrote the "letter" myself on a day off in a hotel room on a cold January morning somewhere in the mid-west on the ‘Supercharging America’ tour. The tour went well selling out most major cities, but things were changing.

Roadrunner soon complied, wrote us off as a tax write off, and we were released from our contract as per our request.  Just like that, amidst all the other things swirling around in our lives, Machine Head was unsigned.

"Be careful what you wish for, it just might come true"

Up until that point, Major labels had been gobbling up every heavy-ish band out there, throwing 'em at radio, and often having success. Now, radio wouldn't touch a heavy band with a 10 foot pole.  On previous tours we had been courted by many labels, all insisting they loved what we do and how we did it and if we were to go with them it would be a seamless move.  Now they all wanted "singles" and "hits".  A band with 4 albums and a solid track record was worthless to them when a new upstart band could go "DIAMOND" (a new award that certified 10 times platinum) in the era of mega hits like Linkin Park, Limp Bizkit, Kid Rock, et al.

We didn't know how to operate in this new world.  We wrote heavy, that's what we did. The American metal media blacklisted us, magazines like Revolver told us, "we can't cover you, but if you get to 50,000 copies we'll give you an article."  When we got to 50,000 they said, "Well, when you get to 70,000 we'll give you an article." When we got to 70,000 they said, "well, the record is too old now."  The metal media of the time continued that blacklist well into ‘The Blackening’ album cycle, when after that, they just didn't matter anymore.

We solicited label after label, but everyone said “we want to hear new songs”, “we want to hear hits.”  Ahrue quit the band, and we soldiered on as a 3 piece. Adam got a job and became consumed with rebuilding a house he'd just bought and for the next 12 months we rarely saw him.  In a stroke of luck, Genevra and I got a settlement from our landlord to move out of the house we were renting, who wanted to move back in, we took the money and bought a house in Richmond, but the happiness would be short-lived, the month that we moved in, Machine Head ran out of money.  We wouldn't see money for another 5 months.  Genevra would (much to my embarrassment); pay the mortgage on our new house for the next 4 months. I got a job doing some guitar tech work at Fantasy Studios in Berkeley. We fought endlessly about me quitting the band and getting a job.

In the middle of all this, Dave Williams, Drowning Pool's singer passed away and their manager offered me both a chance to sing for them as well as a pretty hefty paycheck.  So for about 2 weeks Genevra and I debated about why I should or shouldn't do this.  We desperately needed the money.  So finally, I stood in front of a full length mirror, looked myself right in the eye and said to myself, "go ahead sing “Let The Bodies Hit The Floor" with conviction AND, believe it.”  It's a decent song, I'd seen them a few time live, they and Dave were good, but as I began singing it, something in my body just stopped.  I couldn’t sing it, I couldn’t feel it and there wasn’t an ounce of conviction in the delivery. My body, my entire being rebelled on me!

It felt so wrong in every way possibly imaginable, I just could not do it.  I called the manager and said "you don't want me in your band, I have to lead bands, I'll take over Drowning Pool, you don't want that, good luck, and thanks for considering me."

Genevra and I got in a huge fight when she found out I passed. "The dream is over Robb, get a job."  We argued, we cried, we screamed, we sat in silence, but in the end, she took my side when I asked, "dude, do you see me as the Fed Ex guy?" Through tears she answered "no, you're a fucking star, you're meant be onstage." Her answer hit me like a ton of bricks, she'd never said anything to me like that before, and in that moment I said, "Then believe in me for just a little while longer." We cried, we hugged, and in typical Genevra fashion she replied, "then fucking hurry up!!!"

I went back to practice with a newfound determination.  Within days we’d recorded a 4 song demo that had “Bite The Bullet,” “Left Unfinished,” “Elegy,” and our attempt at a radio song "Pins And Needles" that we would begin to shop to labels.  We had some festival dates coming up in Europe that were a big deal, we needed a guitar player to fill in, and we decided to keep the fact that we were unsigned a secret, at least for a while, but what lie ahead would be even harder than we knew.

In May of 2002 not long after we finished the 'Supercharging America' tour our-then-guitarist Ahrue Luster quit the band. It seems weird even talking about the Ahrue-era of the band as feels like a lifetime ago, probably because it WAS a lifetime ago! Literally thousands of bands have come and gone from that era he was with us (98-02). We get on fine now, so I don't have anything negative to say about him other than he was just really a bizarre choice to get in the band. However to his credit he did bring in a some cool songs ("Blood, Sweat and Tears," parts of "The Burning Red," parts of "Silver" and "Blank Generation"), but yeah, when he quit no one in the band was surprised, and most Head Cases just went "meh."

Once he was gone we decided to continue as a 3 piece and to write and record the next album that way. It was a good decision as we weren't interested in bringing in another person and truthfully we couldn't think of anyone off hand if we wanted to. We figured we'd cross that bridge when touring came up and guess what? We had some pending European festival dates coming up in June. Someone (possibly Adam or our manager Joseph) brought up getting my old Vio-Lence guitarist, drinking buddy and partner-in-crime Phil Demmel to fill in for the dates. Phil was recently back on our radar as Adam had filled in playing bass for Vio-Lence in the Summer of 2001. But Phil playing with us? At first I wasn't into the idea. After I'd quit Vio-Lence there was a long period where Phil and I didn't talk, things didn't end on a good note, and I blamed him for a lot of it.

On top of that, I had also taken a personal vow to never to mention Vio-Lence in interviews, advertisements, album covers, ANYTHING related to Machine Head. I wanted Machine Head to stand or fall on its own merits and I wouldn't use my previous band in any way to help sell or sink it. When Vio-Lence broke up, his next band Torque opened for Machine Head a few times, and later his next band Technocracy would open some shows too, but we didn't really hang out anymore. It wasn't until almost 8 years later than him and I had a real heart to heart (leaving an Oakland Raiders game) that we cleared the air, and after that we hung out a lot. Usually at football games or shows.

Once I was on board we decided to see what he'd say, so Adam reached out to him (via AOL AIM... anyone remember that? ) and Phil came back and said "yes." In fact he told us that it would be perfect as he had decided he was retiring from the music business. He'd been doing it for 10 years since Vio-Lence ended and he was frustrated. He had been married for a while, had a long-standing steady job and the band thing hadn't been working so what better way to end his music career than by jamming with one of his favorite bands? His choice was a good one, he'd be jamming with his old friends, touring the world for 2 weeks where he'd be playing over Rob Halford and Bruce Dickinson, headlining festivals to 20,000 people and then go and settle down.

It was perfect situation. We didn't want a band member and he didn't want to join a band and it was a simple agreement. Phil wheeled his stuff over from the Vio-Lence rehearsal room, (they'd recently re-united and had done a string of weekend shows, but were also getting ready to retire) and when we jammed together, it was just awesome! There was a chemistry. Something was different about the energy in the room. We all felt it.

And while I felt something, I didn't voice it, I didn't want to.

We went on tour and the first show was in Dublin, Ireland with Evile and Gama Bomb opening. The show was nutzo!!! About halfway thru the show I looked to my right and thought, "hey, I remember that guy!" There he was, stage right muggin' it up and smiling like a Cheshire cat every chance he got. The next show was a "secret” Ten Ton Hammer show in London at The Garage (or as the Brits say "the gair-ige") and hanging out on that small stage, jamming cover songs, annihilated on vodka, having onstage chug-a-lugs with hammered fans, and playing to a frankly insane group of Head Cases, there was something happening, something real, a connection.

And it wasn't ok to talk about it...

Because he was retiring...

And we didn't want someone in the band...

Right...?

While we were at the London show, Mark Palmer and his team from Roadrunner UK came out. They supported the show, they arranged press, helped spread the word. Before the gig even began Mark pulled me aside and said "we'd still like to work with Machine Head, would you consider signing another deal with us?” The RR UK office had always kicked ass for us, but I said, "what about the American office, they'll be pissed", he said, "fuck them, they're idiots, they don't know what they're losing, we've always had a great relationship, think about it".

And think we did.

On a side note; A dickhead journalist for Kerrang! magazine would review the show, he did a quick chat with us before the show, and I knew he was gonna slam us, and we'd soon cross paths again later on.

We played Germany's With Full Force festival and the Roadrunner Germany office came out, arranged press, pulled me aside and said the same things as Mark, "the Americans don't know what they're losing, would you consider re-signing with us?" We debated it a lot. Some people were against it. But as we traveled back from Northern Finland on a dangerously rickety bus with plywood bunks, while Phil slept, the 3 of us talked in the back, and agreed. Maybe the best thing to do is continue a great relationship with Roadrunner in these territories and we could just look for an American-only deal once home. So that became the plan, get signed in America, release the record simultaneous overseas on Roadrunner Europe.

When the tour ended, we said our goodbyes to Phil. We were in the back lounge of the bus trying to make eye contact with the guy who brought in the magic chemistry we needed. It was the strangest goodbye we'd ever been a part of, "all right, well, thanks, and er, uh, happy retirement, it was uh... great...." He wished us well and we went our separate ways for what seemed like the last time.

We made a 4 song demo, we wrote a song that we thought could "get us signed in America." A horribly cheesy radio track called "Pins and Needles." We then made a cringe-worthy video (EPK) to sell our band to labels as our lawyer solicited us to every major label in existence. David Draiman courted us to sign to Disturbed's new label imprint thru Warner Bros., and McClain and I brought the CD demo to Draiman when they played in San Jose, CA. on the Music As A Weapon Tour.

I specifically remember this show not for this, but because my friend Mike Parker had burned me a copy of a new band called Lamb Of God, the CD was "As The Palaces Burn." As I picked up Dave to drive down to the show, I threw it in and when it got the song "11th Hour," Dave and my perspective jaws just hit the fucking floor. We both looked at each other and went "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!", "PLAY THAT AGAIN!!!". That album floored us, it signaled a change in the guard. As we got to the show and watched all these also-ran radio acts opening for Disturbed, I knew right then and there I didn't want any part of that world.

It may not have happened immediately, but about 4 months later Lamb Of God's "11th Hour" would give some inspiration to the fast end section of "Imperium."

And so we waited to hear back from the labels. We waited and waited, and waited. Months went by with no word, nothing. Finally David Draiman did what was, I'm sure a difficult thing to do, and called me back and said, "they (Warner Bros.) are gonna pass on the record." I was pissed, but looking back, he was the only guy who manned-up and called me back. I'm sure it wasn't easy, and he deserves respect for doing it the right way.

In the music biz when people don't want to sign you, they just ignore you, it's like you don't exist. It silently says, "the door is closed," "you don't belong anymore." At the end of the day, Machine Head, with 4 albums, a consistent sales record, a large die-hard fan base would be passed on by 35 different American record labels.

No one wanted to sign Machine Head.

Sure there were smaller independent labels as well as bigger independent labels, but at the time labels like Century Media and Earache, while damn respectable labels, would have been a step down, and to us if it wasn't a step up, or even sideways...

Roadrunner UK told us we needed put the record out in October. We needed to hit the studio in July.

Which was great news, but we were still three piece. From time to time I'd run into Phil at shows or parties, he stumble up all hammered, put on that big ol' “aw-schucks” smile of his and be like, "so when are gonna jam again?" I'd be like, "Uh, I don't know Mr. “I-retired-from-the-music-business-and-aren't-making-music-anymore." We'd laugh, and then it'd happen again, and we'd laugh. Then one day he said "hey, I really want to do this, that tour was one of the best moments of my life, and well... look... my wife and I... we're getting divorced... it's not working out... I want to make music for a living... what do you think?"

It seemed inevitable. Sure, the previous 9 months had been some long drawn out tease, a bizarre courtship playing out. Of course I wanted him in the band. I had reservations about him re-adjusting to band life after being out of the game for so long, quite a few reservations about him now joining MY band where I'm the boss, as opposed me joining HIS band (ala Vio-Lence) but in the end, it was the right choice. We made a goddamned formidable guitar team, and had gotten along in the most grueling conditions on van tours in Vio-Lence, so we said "let's do it!"

We made Phil a full band member and announced him joining publicly in April 2003 on Nikki Black's Metal Zone show on (local station) 107.7 The Bone. Around the same time we signed with Roadrunner Europe and focused on writing the rest of the album. During those sessions several US labels threatened to sign us but for various reasons didn't work out When Phil joined a lot of the record was written already but he brought the main verse riff and intro for "In The Presence Of My Enemies" (aka- "Davidian Jr"), "Days Turn Blue To Grey" (aka-"Natural Science II", since we stole the middle section from the Rush song) and I think parts of "Vim." At this point "Imperium" and "Descend" were largely unfinished, only the verses and chorus of “Imperium” were written musically, with no intro and no second half explosion, it was largely forgettable. "Descend" in particular was a horrible 4 minute Deftones rip-off, but it had "that" chorus and "that" middle section and I knew it was something special.

But dammit, I was an island, shit I was a fucking sandbar in the middle of the ocean! As we got two weeks away from the recording date we were at practice that Phil wasn't at, Dave and Adam said they wanted to drop "Descend" from the album. I was like, "WHAT??!! guys this song is amazing, c'mon!?" They were united, "Nope it sucks." we argued for a bit and I said, "gimme 24 hours, I'll bring in a version of this that blows it away!" They said "uh, ooooo-k, pffft!" I had been listening to the first two Coldplay records a lot and had since written a bunch of acoustic stuff that I'd demoed but never showed the band cause I thought it was "too gay." But I dug into it, and the next day I brought in, essentially the version you hear on the album Everyone went "fuck, that's way better."

A few days later I got the flu, and not just any flu, but I'm talking some goddamn S.A.R.S Bird flu shit or something, I mean this thing took me down and I ended up being the sickest I've been in years! Alone while my wife was at work, feeling like dog shit, I picked up my acoustic guitar and started playing. I soon hit on the intro chords to "Imperium", I just wanted something simple before I added the next bit. Then I thought “maybe I can make a heavy version of that quiet part?” Hmmm... it works, what if this goes into that song that Dave wrote (the verses/ chorus of Imperium)? I sat there jamming it thinking, "fuck, this is pretty cool, hopefully it's not because I feel so shitty." I have no idea where the fast section at the end came from, I was inspired by "11th Hour" for sure, all I know is that somewhere at 418 42nd St. in Richmond, CA. some dude, who was sick as a fuckin' dog, finished what he thought, "might be a pretty cool song."

I walked into practice a couple days later and said, "I think I got the album opener." As soon as we were done playing it we all looked at each and went "FUCK YEAH!! Let's play that again!!"

In a bizarre twist, not soon after, Roadrunner US came back into the picture and our longtime A&R man Monte Conner reached out and said they “might want to resign the band.” "Huh?" I asked, "Ok what's the deal?" he said "We want to hear some new stuff, can you whip out a demo?" I explained we were going into record the record NEXT WEEK, so not really. Monte said "Well, see what you can do." So, I'll admit the idea having a simultaneous release with Europe on our old label in the States the excitement levels ran high.

We entered Sharkbite Studios in July 2003 with mark Keaton engineering, me producing for the first time and the first thing we did was track drums and I decided to do a quick pass of guitars and bass on tape for the Monte demo. Now even though “Imperium,” “Days Turn Blue To Grey” and to some degree “Descend...” had been "finished", musically only a week prior to this, I had never really even sang these songs. I busted ass and wrote as many lyrics as possible, sang some lyrics I had about Genevra's heroin addict father over the verses to "Days," wrote the quiet middle section of "Days" after hearing the Gregorian chant at the beginning to Justin Timberlake's "Cry Me A River," and somehow, barely pulled off some acceptable, but corny lyrics in “Imperium” but the end of the demo is pretty much just me jumbling sounds together to sound like words.
We sent it to Roadrunner US, and hoped for the best.

In 2002 Kerry King of Slayer and I got into a public war words over disrespectful comments he'd made about Machine Head. For over a year I had bit my tongue in hopes that he would lay off, and just give it a rest, but he didn't, and after a particularly brutal stab at us and me in particular, I went for the jugular. I fucking roasted him. Things got ugly in a hurry in public and behind the scenes it was even worse. The feud would last for 5 years until 2007, when at the Metal Hammer Awards in London it was squashed.

I hated every minute of it.

To have someone who had shaped your musical life so much, who took Machine Head on their 2nd and 3rd tours ever, who was a former friend and mentor to me, just ripping on you… it was tough. But after a while, you have to say "fuck this." It doesn't matter who it is, you have to stick up for yourself. I couldn't let the things being said go unanswered. It might've gotten truly ugly, but I think we both earned each other’s respect a little more in the long run. I respected him for calling us out publicly, when so many people in the music business just talk shit and plot behind people’s backs, he gave his opinion and what can I say? It stung. However once squashed I like to think he respected me for standing my ground and protecting what was mine. Maybe it was tough-love from Kerry King? Maybe, but one thing’s for sure, in some ways it fueled a lot of anger in me. Maybe it worked.

In and around this same timeframe Kerrang! Magazine had shredded us in a slew of articles and show reviews. The U.K. magazine was famous for building bands up just to tear them down. At this stage in Machine Head’s career, believe me they were in full-on tear down mode.

I had mentioned in an earlier journal about the U.S. press and how they essentially had blacklisted us. Coverage in any magazine was just about nil, nada, zilch. To this day we've only had 1 major cover story and that was back in '99 for the now defunct Metal Maniacs. American journalist we're asking me during interviews to "apologize to our fans for Supercharger."

Tours still did well and despite what the press has repeated over and over again, our fans stood by us. Sure, there was complaints from Head Cases, often times they said them respectfully to my face, or on the internet, but they stood by Machine Head, and the ticket sales for those tours (thankfully) proved it.

But regardless of all that, we had hit a wall in the music business. Sure we had just re-signed with Roadrunner in Europe but our future in the U.S. was terribly uncertain. Silently getting turned down by 35 U.S. labels... man... it was a lot of rejection. It weighed on me. I began to doubt myself.

Other bands were talking shit; ex-band members were talking shit (and still do).

We'd gotten a little merchandise advance, but we were living month to month and about to be broke again at any day.

It felt like the world wanted us to stop.

The vultures were circling.

I was 35 years old, and a very public failure. Machine Head had never gotten "over the hump" as they say in the “biz.” In many people’s eyes, we were over. We were simply just another band eaten alive and spit out dead by the music business. As the band leader, main songwriter / lyricist, that failure rested squarely on my shoulders. I felt every jab, insult and barb thrown our way and each had the tendency to draw blood.

These thoughts were swirling around in my head as I sat down to write the lyrics to "Imperium" (then-called "Buh-duh-duh-duh" after the snare drum pattern in the intro). "Fuckin' Kerry King. Fuckin' music business. Fuckin' Roadrunner. Fuckin' cocksucker journalists.
Apologize? Fuckin' APOLOGIZE!? Motherfucker, I ain't apologizing for SHIT!! Fuck you! Fuck everyone! Fuck the whole human race!"

As I sat in my car outside of Sharkbite Studios in Oakland, with the recently smashed-out window and the missing stereo, with the air conditioner blasting the suffocatingly hot summer heat away, I glared at the blank pages of my notebook. With pen in hand, I wrote down the words "HEAR ME NOW, WORDS I VOW, NO FUCKING REGRETS!" The words poured out of me! Just pure fucking venom, spit and rage. "Challenge the whole human race, MY SPIRIT YOU CANNOT BREAK!" “I'LL STAND HERE DEFIANTLY, MY MIDDLE FINGER RAISED, FUCK YOUR PREJUDICE!!!" - "Don't succumb to the doubts inside," "every rage, every tear.” It all came pouring out, “All my life, always I've felt alone!" “I will fight for those I love, and I will fight for those I care, I will fight at any time, I will fight ANYWHERE!"

Inside my head I was consumed with the thought, we may never get to make music again after this. This might be our last fucking chance. And if it is? We're going down fucking swinging! We're going down screaming "FUCK YOU" to the entire world at the top of our lungs.

I went in and sang them, and when I was done doing the last screech in the last line "my spirit you cannot breeeeeeeak," my engineer Mark Keaton just looked at me and said
"... JESUS!!??..."

Some of the words I originally wrote for "Imperium" ended in a song our drummer Dave had written, the song "Wipe The Tears." And with that, I’d like to take this chance to give props to Dave right now. Much has been made of Phil Demmel's contribution to Machine Head, and there's no doubt that Phil has brought nothing but good to Machine Head. I would never want anything to take that away. BUT, Dave McClain deserves A LOT of mention! Go ahead, check the writing credits. Dave borrowed my guitar (for like 8 fuckin' years!) and taught himself how to play. It worked out for the better. It’s one of the best things he’s ever done for the band.

Dave and I wrote the music for "Imperium." No one else. Dave wrote the chorus for "Descend," Dave wrote the main riffs in "Wipe," the opening riff and chorus to "Elegy," and the intro riff / chorus for "Vim." It was Dave who dug up the old ‘The More Things Change’ riff-tapes and unearthed my old "All Falls Down" riff and the "Days Turn Blue To Grey" main riff and showed em (back) to me. Both of these riffs were written in 1996 and since forgotten about. It was Dave who said let’s "borrow" the "Natural Science" bit in the middle of "Days."

And it was Dave who wrote the chorus riff in "Pins and Needles," and in a larger sense it was Dave who, after getting rejected by 35 labels said, “Fuck this song, fuck trying to write radio-shit for these stupid record labels.” He then added, "I just want to be a metal band!"

Those last words really resonated.

Most of "Ashes" was written in some form or another before Phil joined, Phil gave us the glue to believe we could pull it off again.

I know I've complained wildly about how shitty this song "Pins and Needles" is, and really, after just listening to it for the first time in 10 years, it's still just fucking awful!! One of the worst songs I've ever written when it comes to my vocals and vocal ideas, WHEW!!! I always thought the music was cool though and eventually used this as part of the 2005 "Roadrunner United" sessions. I had originally enlisted Brock from 36 Crazyfists to sing it and he didn't do too much better than me, so I fired him. I got Tim Williams from Vision Of Disorder to sing on it, and after rejecting his first couple attempts, he nailed one of the best vocals I've ever heard, he totally KILLED it! He crushed my version into the dust and allowed me to be able to listen to this song again. His version is called "Army Of The Sun".

In July of 2003 Machine Head entered Sharkbite Studios in Oakland, CA to record our fifth album. We had just signed a deal with Roadrunner Records International that excluded a North American release, and we decided it best not to announce that until we had an American deal in place. In doing so, we had surely piqued the interest of Roadrunner America. Proof of this was their request that we make a demo of some new music for them. Since we were already in the studio recording we put something together quickly with the existing drum tracks and sent it off in hopes that they would re-sign us, and we could have a simultaneous album release (sounds so sexual!). We were confident in the new material and continued recording the album, our first with new / old guitarist Phil Demmel.

Things happened very fast with the new Roadrunner deal, I mean literally we were signing the deal as Mark Keaton was giving us a studio tour! One of the side effects of the quickness of the deal was a few songs were still getting written lyrically / vocally in the studio. Roadrunner needed the record out in their "third quarter" (October) and it was already July. Because things happened so fast the producers we would normally have chosen were all busy or soon to be busy and we then started looking at other “strange” guys to produce. After much discussion no one felt that paying some of these guys $20,000 plus "points" made a whole lot of sense.

We knew our long time producer Colin Richardson would be mixing the album, so in June I decided to throw-my-hat-in-the-ring as producer. I figured anything I fucked up, Colin could fix. This was to come as a surprise to some, even though I'd been producing our demos since 1996, first on 4-track cassette, then an 8-track cassette recorders, then digital, and I had learned a lot from Colin about tones and Ross Robinson about capturing "vibe." The band usually loved my demos so it wasn't that big of a stretch. But this wasn’t just a demo and I was well aware of what was at stake. Because of this it seemed dangerous.

The band was a little apprehensive at first, but eventually got on board. My old buddy Andy Sneap who had engineered / saved the 3rd and final remix of ‘The More Things Change’ (and had since launched a successful production career) was in town recording Exodus's "Tempo Of The Damned," and would come down on the first day to help set up tones. Our gear was pretty shot, Dave didn't have new drum heads and my old Marshall 1960 BV cabinet didn't even have handles on the sides and barely had any low end coming out of it. There was also the input jack on Adam's bass that had been broken for the last year and worked maybe 50% of the time. Five albums in and we were total pros!

Somehow we made it all work. We began recording drum tracks as a 4 piece and this process was fairly uneventful other than Adam who was constantly an hour or two late, barely knew the songs, and goofed off the whole time. Dave was annoyed and often furious with him, and he and I got into it more than a few times because of it. Historically speaking, and because of this, ‘Through The Ashes of Empires’ would be the last time we ever recorded as a full band. This honestly wasn’t all that unusual as it was Dave and I doing the demoing and half our practices were just him and I, until Phil joined.

As I briefly touched upon in an earlier, despite the band being nearly broke, Adam had recently bought a house (which he got for a good deal; he always was a good negotiator), completely gutted the insides down to the framework, and borrowed a large amount of money to expand it. But his plans stalled and for 14 months he would be totally consumed with re-building it. We barely saw him. He had started contributing lyrics on ‘Supercharger’ ("White Knuckle Blackout", "Nausea", "Supercharger") and now that I was producing the album, my already full plate, was very fuckin' full and I needed help with lyrics. I needed ideas or at the least another point of view. I drafted everyone, McClain even chipped in a few lyrics. From time to time Adam would fax me a paragraph or two, and I worked them in (most notably the entire middle section of "Vim" and "Wipe The Tears"), but usually the lyrics would show up a week after I had already recorded the song. After a slew of arguments with him, I finally just gave up.

It was all on me.

Even with all that surrounding us we were optimistic. Mark Keaton was a great engineer, and recording was going smooth. We had a batch of really strong songs, Phil was writing some awesome leads ("In The Presence Of My Enemies" is still one of my favorite leads by him, and one of the best leads, well, EVER!) and even though some songs were still in their final stages, we knew we had something special.

Some songs were extremely cathartic for me. As I mentioned in Part 2, "Days…" was about Genevra's heroin addict / alcoholic father who had recently passed away. Despite the urging of his doctor to quit drinking, he wouldn't. The doctor told him in no uncertain terms that if he "didn't stop drinking alcohol, his esophagus would separate from his stomach lining and he would die." His family urged him, his daughter urged him, but he wouldn't. Eventually, his esophagus separated from his stomach and he died. He was barely in her life and even when he was it was useless. I’ve told this before but it’s worth repeating, he called her the day after her birthday one time, not to wish her happy birthday, but to ask if "any of her friends were diabetics, so he could get 'some needles'." Somehow, somewhere, he was supposed to stop, he was supposed to make amends, he was supposed to change, there was supposed to be a happy ending.

There wasn't.

It was a tough time.

The song "Left Unfinished" tackled my feeling about being adopted and never feeling like I fit in, never "knowing" anything about my history, and was basically was a "fuck you" to my birth parents. Don't come looking for me, don't try to reach out to me, just fucking die. In that song I admitted for the first time publicly my birth name "Lawrence Mathew Cardine," which my adopted mom had informed me of a few years before. It was a bit of head-fuck. I needed to get it out.

But the constant theme that came up lyrically was death, rebirth, and overcoming struggle. From that came the idea for the title of the album. I wanted something epic, something truly timeless. I was fascinated with the word "Empires", even though I hadn't used it in lyrics. We had survived a lot, and in many ways we had "died," and from it a new Machine Head was being born. We had watched two musical movements come and go and we were still here, and I firmly believed, about to be stronger than ever. I typed "Machine Head - Through The Ashes Of Empires" in an email and sent it to the guys.

Everyone liked it except Adam. He was still mad at me because I had shot down his idea to name our 2003 live album "Let's Roll." (Titled after the Flight 93 passengers who supposedly, right before they attacked their 9-11 hijackers, all said, "LET'S ROLL!" and still-makes-no-sense-to-me-what-so-fucking-ever-for-a-live-album-title!!). Instead, we named it the equally idiotic "HellaLive,"which means I-have-no-fucking-idea-what?-other-than I guess "A lot of live." "Hella," for our Northern California slang, and "live" for well, live! In Nor-Cal you might say, "dude, that band is hella sick!", or, "dude, that band is hella brutal!", or maybe, "dude, that chicks ass is hella bootylicious!" but you WOULDN'T say, "dude, that band is hella live"!?! **smacks hand to forehead** It's like one of those bizarre t-shirts you see Japanese tourists wearing with giant, random American words, "SUPER MARSHMALLOW HURRAY!!" But that's what happens when you have a contest to name your live album, and let your drummer and manager pick the winning title!!!!!

OI VEY!!

We enlisted "Supercharger" and "HELLALIVE" artist P. R. Brown at Bau-Da Design to come up with the album package. We wanted an angel in a graveyard, and Dave had a photograph of an angel statue he and his then-wife Shelli had taken at the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, France (where Jim Morrison is buried) that we used as a reference point.

Paul delivered in spades. The cover was breathtaking. Most of the gravestone photographs he used, he had taken at the Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah, Georgia. The last piece came from our web-master Mike Parkers' wife Ariel. She had some photos displayed in an art show at an "herbal-cafe" in Oakland that I attended, she had one picture that stopped me dead in my tracks. A lonely battered gravestone with the words "They That Sow In Tears Shall Reap In Joy" carved into it. I later begged her to let me use it (thru Mike), she agreed, and the package was complete. Our "blue" album.

Upon this important piece now complete the excitement was high. Vibes were good, we had enacted a "Hawaiian shirt Saturdays rule" during the recording. Saturday night was also "Brown Eye Saturday", with usually Mark, our video guy Shawn Sparks (aka: Sparkles!) our manager Joseph and myself libating ourselves with vodka and cokes a few hours before the session was over, and then well into the night playing music loud on the giant studio speakers.

We had begun a series of internet video web-isodes documenting the making of the album. The internet had come along nicely and since no magazines were covering us, in early 2002 I began writing a series of "internet diaries" to keep our fans up-to-date with where things were in Machine Head world. During recording I stepped it up to almost daily updates, these updates were far more regular and in-depth than any magazine could get and were un-filtered from the band. There was a buzz happening.

Around that same time, a new type of metal news website cropped up that were extremely supportive of Machine Head. Websites like Blabbermouth and the The Pimp Rock Palace (later-The PRP) would often would re-post my internet diaries, and soon go on to pioneer a new model of web-magazine that would revolutionize the music and magazine industry. It sounds a bit absurd to say nowadays, but this was uncharted territory, no one was doing it and it wasn't done to be on the vanguard of some new tech bullshit, this was done purely out of necessity. It worked. We embraced it.

I was set to fly to Lincolnshire, England (population 60) to mix the album with Colin Richardson at The Chapel. The Chapel recording studios is located inside a beautiful 900 year old chapel in the middle of the English countryside, four hours drive outside London. Things were looking up as we wrapped up recording, and on the last day of recording, the night of July 29th, I received an email from my long-time A&R guru, Monte Conner. The contents of the email were basically informing me / us that Cees Wessels, the owner of Roadrunner Records, would not be re-signing Machine Head in the U.S. Monte loved the songs, the other A&R guy Mike Gitter was nuts about them, but they didn't see a future in the band and didn't feel they could give us the support we needed. The label had changed and they were signing a lot of radio-rock bands and they wanted hits. With regret, Monte ended the email by wishing us the best.

I was crushed. I felt like a failure. The songs were good. Really good. What the fuck? I cried. I got wasted.
The next day, hung-over as all hell, I drove down to Sharkbite to grab the back-up hard drives, and broke the news to Mark. I cried some more.
Now we had to do what we had hoped to avoid and that was to let the world know that we would not be releasing the record in the U.S.A. Our fans would now find out that we'd been unsigned. Let me tell you, it’s tough admitting your failures, but then to have to do it in public? It feels 100 times tougher. It validates your enemies; it causes confusion with your fans. But it had to be done, so I took to the internet, and with as much class and confidence as I could muster, in no uncertain terms, I spelled it all out. That we had been unsigned for the last 16 months, that the record would only be coming out in Europe, Japan and Australia, that we did not know when it would be released in our home country, but were confident it would. I thanked Roadrunner U.S. for their years of support.

I made it sound like we had other options, but the reality was we didn't.
The next day I jumped on a plane bound for England, to mix a record I was now completely in doubt about. Hung-over, depressed, and angry, I now had to go face the notoriously brutal U.K. press, already in tear-down-mode, and who now had quite a bit of ammo to throw in my face to back up what they had gleefully been jeering. "That Machine Head was over" and maybe they were right

In early August of 2003 I boarded a plane for London Heathrow to start the mixing our fifth album with Colin Richardson. Colin was already set up at The Chapel recording studios in the remote village of Lincolnshire (population 60!!) The plan was for me to land at typically-rainy-London Heathrow Airport and take a cab (that Roadrunner UK had arranged) the remaining 4 hour drive out to the studio. When I landed, to my absolute shock the typically-rainy-London wasn't typically-rainy or overcast at all.  Instead, it was un-typically-sunny and 95 degrees!  Shit, it was hotter than California!  All of Europe was going thru some nutty heat wave and man I was fuckin' STOKED!!

It was a good sign.

So sunny and hot or not, I still had a 4 hour drive ahead of me.  I arrived at The Chapel where I'd be living for the next few weeks.  Now, The Chapel is literally in the middle of nowhere and as much as Colin had prepared me for this, it was still a bit of a (in Keanu Reeves voice) “hwhoa!”.  But what he didn’t prep me for was…it was beautiful.   The English countryside, open fields, slow-running brooks, rabbits; it was like being in a goddamn Led Zeppelin song!  Thankfully, per English-tradition, even a little po-dunk village like Lincolnshire with a population of 60 needs to have a pub every half mile.  We headed down to get some beers and watched some local cover bands jam the English hits of the 60's and 70's.

For the first few days the engineers had a lot of setting up to do.  Now, because the crazy heat wave, the weather was getting up in the 100's so Colin and I went on long walks.  He and I talked about life and work and everything under the sun. We’d kick around a soccer ball and then go and pick up fresh eggs from the local farms.  Colin is awesome.  I fuckin love that dude. It was a much needed change of pace and shook off some of the depression I was sinking into. The nearest grocery store was a 10 mile drive, so about once a week we’d go into town and stock up food and vodka.

There was mind-numbingly slow dial-up internet, but the head groundskeeper was cool enough to let me jump on his laptop when I needed.  There was also cable TV and Kerrang! TV was playing the shit out of a new band called Muse whose latest record, "Absolution" had just come out and was starting to hit.  I fell in love with the song "Time Is Running Out," and would soon come to worship this album and this band.

Amazingly, several of the songs were still un-titled at this point, including "Vim" (called "Devil Beat") and "Imperium" (still called "Buh-Duh-Duh-Duh") even as we began mixing.  The label was freaking out for titles, final lyrics, the thanks list, etc... Fuck, I needed to get a title for the song and fast; I mean it’s only the lead track off the album, right?  So I took to the internet for inspiration and 2 days later, after stumbling upon an online thesaurus I looked up alternate words for "power" I fell upon the word "Imperium.” Hmmm..., Imperium = command; supreme power". I knew that was it so I ran it past Dave and BOOM!

The first song finished for mixing was "Bite The Bullet" and it sounded crushing!  For "Left Unfinished," in my head I heard an intro that sounded like a music box you might hear in a baby crib or carriage.   During the recording I had Mark Keaton transcribe the chorus melody (since I can't read or write music, shit, I can barely read tabs!) for the guitar and vocal.  He and I found a company in China that if you supply the music they turn it into a real-deal music box. It was exactly what I was hearing in my head so we ordered.  It arrived so close to the deadline I actually had the Asian fellow meet me at the airport and do the transaction! It was so drug-deal-like it was awesome!  I still have a few, they were cool.  For all the collectors out there Roadrunner made an additional 100 music boxes for promo.  We set up mics and recorded while I spun the music box handle, and soon "Left Unfinished" was mixed.

Colin had just finished mixing the first Bullet For My Valentine album, and after-hours we'd drink vodka and play the first 3 songs a lot, but I didn't like the rest of the album, too poppy. Apparently they A/B’d their mixes to "The More Things Change" constantly. They should probably start doing that again!

Nevertheless things were running smoothly and Kerrang! asked for a new song we could put out on a CD sampler.  It was decided that "Imperium" should be the track and the only reason this is of note (collectors) is that it wasn't the final mix.  It also didn't have the clincher last line "and we won't lose!" In its place was one of my Tom G. Warrior death-grunts, "UGH!"  In fact that line wouldn't be added until I went to Andy Sneap's old studio to do a test mastering with him and I decided try out the phrase "and I won't lose." Ultimately settling on the final version, the one you’ve been listening to for 10 years, "and we won't lose."

**Collectors, if you find the Kerrang! version, please send it me in hi rez!!! It's one of the few MH items I do not have!!**

Kerrang! Magazine had begun an Awards show in London and Roadrunner thought it would be good if I went. I was ambivalent.  They had been shredding us pretty brutally lately and the last face to face interview they did with me was quite hostile.  I was so ready to tell them to "fuck off" but my ever-awesome press girl and voice of reason, Michele Kerr calmed me down.  She said it be fun, "we'll get hammered!" I said "OK." Such a pushover!

Maybe it was in my head but when I arrived at the awards show it felt like walking into the lion’s den. Something about just seemed all hoity toity and fancy schmancy, that I felt not welcome.  It totally felt like I was not a part of this world. These didn’t feel like “my people.” The RR US thing had sapped me of some of my confidence.  So as I got ready to go, in my hotel I had to give myself a stern talking-to in the mirror.  I looked at myself and said "dude, go out there and fucking rule this shit!" "LION HEART MOTHERFUCKER!" Stop being such a pussy!! You're Robb Fuckin' Flynn, go out there and walk the god damn walk!!!"

It worked.

I threw on my cut off camo shorts, metal shirt, and a backwards trucker hat and said "fuck these hoity toity motherfuckers!"

I got there, and the first music-bizness-cock-face I saw, walked up to me and said:

"Hey Robb, it's nice to meet you, shame your band never made it..."

Me: "FUCK YOU!"

I walked right up to the journalist who had shredded me, got 6 inches from his face and said "oh hey, what's up dude?" He practically stumbled over himself backing away. I took a shit in the bathroom, didn't flush it, didn't wash my hands, walked up to another journalist who had recently ripped us and shook his hand just to be an asshole.

Despite all this, I had a lot of friends there. Christian and Laz from Ill Nino hung with me all night. Nick Barker from Cradle/Dimmu got hammered with the singer for The Used (who I'd just met) and also a bunch of the Funeral for a Friend guys.  I rapped with Lars for a few minutes too, which I'd never really done before, and was very cool.

I'd brought along a CD of the latest mixes and a CD Walkman and headphones. I basically cornered as many people as I could with one request, "motherfucker, check this new shit out!!" I got about 20 people to listen, all-in-all including one of the coolest Kerrang! journos and future-Kerrang-editor, Paul Brannigan.  Most people I played it for were pretty into it, either that or just telling this drunken madman they approved so he'd leave them alone. When the evening was over I felt good.  Sure even after a great night I still didn’t feel like I “belonged,” but I knew the next time I went to one of these things I’d fucking own the place!  The next night we had a playback session in London at the Intrepid Fox and fans seemed really into it.

I went back to Lincolnshire to finish mixing and after a week I started getting cabin-fever.  Being out in the middle of nowhere, away from home, I started to second guess the mixes. In fact, truth is I lost it a little.  I had a meltdown, then realized I was trippin out and that I had to trust Colin.  I’d find myself saying “He knows what he's doing” in my head.  It would actually be the last time I ever attended a mix.  I can't be there.  I need to hear things as a whole.  I learned I'm a big-picture-guy.  The hyper-focused-attention-to-detail that’s needed for mixing?  Nope, I can't do it. My brain just doesn't work like that.  Colin is the king when it comes to mixing.

With mixing complete I went straight into a press tour and the excitement on both ends was high.  They wanted to hear it and I wanted to play it for them.  People were saying it's the best thing we'd done and as soon as the European press got their advance copies, the album leaked. DOH! Now, I ain't saying that a journalist leaked it, but a journalist leaked it!! Yep, 2 months before the album hit, it was on every torrent site on the face of the earth. But unlike what we'd been told by the record company it didn't hurt a damn thing, in fact it got our fanbase really fucking stoked!  And because our American fans knew there was no imminent release date, they were even more stoked!

As soon as I got back from the press tour we started rehearsing for our upcoming tour which was set to start in Dublin, Ireland on Halloween night.  Dave and Phil had practiced a few times while I'd been gone but honestly we were sounding rough. The record came out on Oct 28th and 3 days later we were playing the tunes to a bunch of crazed Dublinites with all of us dressed up for Halloween and hammered.  It was magical! It was our first night of the ‘Through The Ashes of Europe’ tour and it sure didn’t feel like we were “done.” The sing-a-longs were insane, something was happening.

The album reviews had started to come in and were across the board stunning. Metal Hammer Germany gave the highest combined rating that had ever been awarded to a record!!!  Rock Hard praised it, Metal Hammer UK praised it as a masterpiece.  Even Kerrang! Australia scribe Dom Lawson gave it a staggering 5K review.  But some of the UK press still wanted to "have a go at us," and in particular Kerrang! UK journalist Daniel Lukes, (the same douche who had reviewed the Ten Ton Hammer show), decided that this would be the album review to crush Machine Head into the dust. That this would be his big chance to make his mark in music history, he was going for it.

With a frankly admirable amount of belligerence and gusto, Lukes took the biggest shots he could swing at us and out and out attacked the band.  Giving it a lowly 2K review and calling 'Through The Ashes Of Empires' (and I quote), "a directionless mess of an album,” “chock full of widdlesome solos and moments of musical 'complexity' that actually get in the way." He ended his pissy tirade declaring it, "the sonic equivalent of eating last night’s delivery pizza, reheated today."

WHOA!!!!!

When I read this, to say I "hit the fuckin’ roof" would be the understatement of the year.

My aforementioned press girl Michelle begged me not to do anything stupid. She told me amongst other things, "Kerrang! is sponsoring your UK dates!" But there was no going back.  It was the final straw.  After all we'd been through there was no taking this kind of fuckin bullshit from anyone, anymore.  Not Kerrang!, not Revolver, no one.  This motherfucker thinks he's gonna bury us, from behind a fucking computer?!  NOT A CHANCE IN HELL!!  We drafted up a press release and once-again took to the internet.  Dave McClain said his review was "gutter journalism" and I simply added that Daniel Lukes could "SUCK OUR FUCKIN DICKS!"

It was "fuck everyone" from here on out.

Lukes "made history" all right...

The tour on the other hand went fucking ridiculous. People came out in droves, the shows sold out left and right and merch sales were almost shockingly great.  As we knocked out gig after gig Machine Head, as a unit, hit a rare state of musicianship that we may not have ever had. All four of us were really clicking on stage, even Adam with his lengthy absence during the writing/recording process was totally locked in with the three of us.  People were still not sure of Phil though and in Madrid, Spain a small group of jerks spit on him all night. All-fucking-night, so at the end of the show he jumped in and pummeled them!  We followed suit, jumped in, pummeled more, and after that, the word spread.  Yep, same ol' Machine Head and there were no more incidents. In Hamburg at the MarketHalle, Phil started jamming a riff at soundcheck that was pretty awesome.  It would soon morph into a new song called "Seasons Wither."

And now that the record was a bonafide European success, all those labels that had passed on us in the U.S. suddenly came back around.  These labels wanted to talk and they wanted to sign us.  Of all the labels now calling us I’d say the most surprising was Roadrunner U.S.  They approached us and said they'd like to release the record now...?

Huh...?

Really...?

“You mean the record you just passed on?”

Yes.

Hmmm...

Truthfully, there was A LOT of genuine resentment towards Roadrunner at this point.  That's the reason we wanted off the label in the first place.  Then after the last round of demos and the back and forth bullshit...how could there not be?  We debated and argued about it fiercely. Some folks felt it was a no-brainer to re-sign, some were dead set against it.

Since the time of my press release saying RR US had passed, we actually had more than a few other options.  Both Nuclear Blast and Century Media were extremely hot to get the record and made it a priority to tell us so.  As the tour winded down we set about narrowing our best choice.

Regardless of who released it though, the best case scenario for a U.S. release would not happen until at least April of 2004.  That meant the record was going to be available on any torrent site for 8 months in between release dates.  Anyone who wasn't into illegal downloading could buy it via import, and fuck, at that point how many people in the states would even want to buy something they’ve listened to for over half a year?
At the end of December of 2003 we returned home from Europe for the Holidays and to ponder our future.