Posts tagged "Anthrax"

Ex-Journalist Realizes That Semi-Ironic T-Shirt Market Is More Recession-Proof Than Scribing

Former Kerrang! writer Howard Johnson has figured out a way to make money in this current crazy word-hostile age: T-shirts! Hey, everybody needs to be clothed, right? Sadly, he doesn’t have a replica of this top at his online store SaltyRockz, but he does have lots of other options for people who like to have passerby staring at their chests. The “Home Taping Is Killing Music” shirt at left—which seems so quaint now!—is but one of the items available at Johnson’s self-funded “labour of love”:



The 5150 call-out is a nice touch, although good luck wearing this without getting into at least one heated argument.

Also available in British and French. Somehow not available in Texan.

Um, I would probably wear this. Because I’m so bad I should be in detention!

Lawsuit in 3… 2…. 1….

Johnson also has a blog; the top entry is a touching story about Warrant where Jani Lane uses the term “fuckin’ faggot.” God I hope this doesn’t mean there’s a Sebastian Bach homage lurking on his shelves.

SaltyRockz [Official site]
[via Sleaze Roxx]

For the Next Three Days I’ll Be Bringing the Noise


Good morning! Maura is… Actually, I have no idea why Maura has temporarily abandoned her post. (My guess is she’s already chasing Bloody Marys with Xanax in preparation for SXSW, but choose your own adventure.) After a seasonally affected lost weekend spent wrestling with Mega Man 9 and pining for sunlight, I’ve been once again handed the keys to this crazy thing, at least until Wednesday at the close of business. Be gentle with me if I’m occasionally off my blog game. (Also: I am no longer connected to the Idolator tip line, so if you have breaking news or naked photos of Bun E. Carlos, please send to jessATidolatorDOTcom with the usual stuff removed/replaced.) All of your Idolator faves will be pitching in as per usual, so don’t fret. And as you sip coffee and stare down the work week, here is really, truly, incredibly quiet tour bus footage of Anthrax and Chuck D doing “Bring the Noise” in an unplugged chill-out style. I have a feeling this would actually be kinda bad-ass in a different setting — i.e., one where you can actually hear Chuck. [Blabbermouth]

Scott Ian of Anthrax has Suicide Girls Column

attackofthekillerbungholes.jpgRenaissance hack Scott Ian of Anthrax now has his own Suicide Girls column where he goes deep about his “food and travel experiences”: “When you eat Mario’s food you realize why he can have thirteen or so restaurants. It’s just fucking great.” Watch your back, Bourdain. [Blabbermouth]

attackofthekillerbungholes.jpgRenaissance hack Scott Ian of Anthrax now has his own Suicide Girls column where he goes deep about his “food and travel experiences”: “When you eat Mario’s food you realize why he can have thirteen or so restaurants. It’s just fucking great.” Watch your back, Bourdain. [Blabbermouth]

The Day Anthrax Showed Up On The Bundys’ Doorstep


Thanks to the Deciblog for unearthing the entire Anthrax episode of Married With Children on YouTube, which involved the Bundy kids throwing a crazy party while their parents were out of town–only to have their entire guest list cancel because of some Chicago-style snow. The early examples of Scott Ian’s TV-ready charisma are worth the minutes and minutes of sitting through David Faustino’s “acting” and headbanging–kind of a bummer that there weren’t more scenes between Anthrax and guest star Fred Willard, though.

That actual time Anthrax were on “Married with Children” [Deciblog]

The Worst Mash-Up Of All Time

From today’s NY Post:

October 24, 2006 — NEW York lost CBGB, but we’re gaining a new rock Mecca. Anthrax guitarist Scott Ian is teaming up with club owner Mike Diamond…to open a rock venue in Chelsea on Halloween called Retox. Cypress Hill is scheduled to play opening night, and Ian is slated to perform with the band Five for Fighting some time in November.

Oh, Scotty: First Damnocracy, and now this. How low can you go? Please tell us this is one of the Post‘s thrice-daily fact-checking mistakes.

Rock Forever [NY Post]