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The Stooges' second album Fun House is a beautiful seven-track study in the feral and unhinged
Hollywood in the early 1980s: Hellion were in the right place at the right time, but tragedy and bad luck got in the way
Leather Angel had Sunset Strip in the palms of their biker-gloved hands, but lousy production and a laughable Led Zeppelin cover didn't help the cause
Jetboy had the hooks, but record company indecision, an overdose and an unlikely haircut hampered their rise
Produced by the Black Crowes' Chris Robinson, Cat Fight is a sleazy Shangri-La
They put on the wildest show in town. The press loved them and hated them. And then they crashed and burned
A song about a disintegrating relationship, Swallow My Pride spread ripples that are still being felt today
Gluecifer bring Scandinavian action rock (back) to the Man on sixth album Same Drug New High
The riff was stolen and it came out on 7" single when vinyl was in its death throes, but Touch Me I'm Sick changed the course of music
The Twin Towers fell, and then came a song that made us remember life wasn't all doom and gloom
The song made Soul Asylum superstars, if only for a little while
With Roger Hodgson departed for solo pastures, Rick Davies augmented Supertramp's lineup with a couple of very special guests
For a band frequently pigeonholed as a singles act, Nightingales & Bombers proved Manfred Mann’s Earth Band could deliver depth and daring in equal measure
Updated We examine the wild, weird, and often blood-soaked world of Alice Cooper's albums, splayed out from worst to best
With Bob Ezrin behind the desk and a pocketful of rollicking, quality tunes, Killer – in tandem with Alice’s shlock-horror image – just couldn’t fail
The Hives are back to ruin your bad mood
Lunachicks loved splatter movies and fast food and bright red lipstick, and they poured it all into a fright-wiggy stew of hugely influential punk rock
When Vanilla Fudge split in 1969, Cactus emerged from the meltdown. When they weren’t in jail they were partying. When they weren’t naked they were taking drugs
Every song on Frank Stallone's self-titled debut album is an AOR throatpunch with a credit roll
Buying guide Thin Lizzy: A charismatic frontman, a glorious twin-guitar attack, and some of the most enduring anthems in rock
The ultimate Ratt'N'Roll album returns
Celtic Frost: From brutality and ethereal beauty to ham-fisted, party-glam travesties
