P.O.D. stays alive through love, music and faith

"Every day is a new day, I'm thankful for every breath I take."-P.O.D.. "Alive" For the last 34 years, P.O.D. has navigated the music industry, life and faith to maintain relevance. With the recent resurgence of nu metal, the rock band cherishes the opportunity to play for new audiences. “We love what we do. We’re … Continue reading P.O.D. stays alive through love, music and faith

Volbeat tour with Halestorm and The Ghost Inside showcases rhythm and resilience

“Counting all the assholes in the room, well, I’m definitely not alone.”-Volbeat, "Still Counting" Metal shows are sometimes just so fucking lovely. Excuse the sailor’s tone, but something had to offset the odd descriptor. Yet, it still stands. Volbeat, along with Halestorm and The Ghost Inside, provided metal fans and hard rockers an evening full … Continue reading Volbeat tour with Halestorm and The Ghost Inside showcases rhythm and resilience

Ali Angel Creates Infectious Vibe by Capturing, Blending Generations

“Precious, the look upon your face, I wish I could frame it, you watch me dancing in the crowd, laughing way too loud, but you're too sweet to ever call me out.”-Ali Angel, “Loving You Lately" EXT: SUBURBAN HOME - DAY Bubbles drift toward the clear blue sky above a circle of parents and toddlers. … Continue reading Ali Angel Creates Infectious Vibe by Capturing, Blending Generations

Kate Vargas Shines with “Rumpumpo” but Keeps the Darkness Close

“My drunk and disorderly Avenue B, you feel cold and everlasting, I keep coming back on account of my head, on account of my bad design.”-Kate Vargas, “Mighty Fire” The room should've had a haunting cloud of smoke resting heavily above the stage and crowd. The spotlight trapping the dust in the dimness would have … Continue reading Kate Vargas Shines with “Rumpumpo” but Keeps the Darkness Close

Ivory Lake Glistens on the Surface, but the Darkness Runs Deep

“Blue thumbs and hearts, put them in a line and sniff them all up, the new cocaine without the shame.”-Ivory Lake, “My Phone” The embedded screams of abuse remain stationed in his memory as Josh Watts bashes sticks and hammers pedals against the plastic skin that surrounds him. A sound that was once absorbed in … Continue reading Ivory Lake Glistens on the Surface, but the Darkness Runs Deep