In Greek mythology, a Siren was a
gorgeous woman whose enchanting songs caused innumerable sailors to
shipwreck, never to be seen again. It is somewhat ironic, then, that
Northern Kentucky-based Siren is a Heavy Metal group featuring four very
furry young men. But for local metalheads, Siren’s mix of a Doom
foundation — with Thrash and Death Metal components — is just as
intoxicating as the verses of old.
Wearing horn-rimmed glasses, bright red
lipstick and vintage shoes, with her short blonde hair in tight curls,
Sailor Gruzleski appears to be plucked from the 1940s. Gruzleski passes
this vintage charm along to other local women as founder and owner of
Cincinnati’s only full-service pinup photo studio, Retrocentric...
With their singer finished with his run on TV's Survivor and the rest of the members' schedules aligning, The End of Time, the debut full-length from heavy Northern Kentucky band Moonbow, is finally released.
Mangrenade vocalist/guitarist Nick Thieme
has just driven a sparkling new (to him, at least) van off the lot. But this new van (nicknamed “Vangrenade
2.0” or “The Deuce”) isn’t just a new touring vehicle, it is also a
symbol of Mangrenade’s determination to make it, car payments be damned.
Cincinnati's Valley of the Sun takes Hard Rock to another level. In their psychedelic practice space, the local retro-Rock three-piece is busy writing its first full-length, Electric Talons of the Thunderhawk. Rest assured, the new jams are just as heavy, groovy and infectious as the group’s previous material. But it's also more.
Since forming in 2007, Mad Anthony has
been recording and touring almost non-stop. The Cincinnati band has also
pared down to a trio. For guitarists/vocalists Ringo Jones and Adam
Flaig, along with drummer Marc Sherlock, doing more with less and going
back to basics are mantras that they’ve applied to all aspects of the
Five surf-rockers, two go-go dancers and a guy in a gorilla suit walk into a bar … That’s either the weirdest setup for a
joke ever or it means that Cincinnati’s only Surf Rock band, Doctor
Bombay and the Atomic Bachelor Pad, has arrived.
There’s something about the written word that adds finality
to a subject. Contracts are finished with a signature, newspapers are often
considered bastions of truth and obituaries often put a person’s death in
perspective for their loved ones. Perhaps this is why I put off writing this
story for so long; I didn’t want to admit the truth: at the end of the year,
two of the most important places in my life will cease to be. The Mad Hatter
has already shuttered its doors and the Southgate House is closing after Saturday. And I can’t quite bring myself to accept that.
Conventional wisdom would tell you that
The Dopamines did everything they could to guarantee their descent into
oblivion. Tour the country without a big, local following? Check. Create
a band with goals that didn’t go past hanging out with friends? You
bet. Recording an album simply for the hell of it? Of course.
There’s something about the written word
that adds finality to a subject. Contracts are finished with a
signature, newspapers are often considered bastions of truth and
obituaries often put a person’s death in perspective for their loved
ones. Perhaps this is why I put off writing
this story for so long.