Rock may be dead, but metal shines eternal. A shadowed behemoth far removed from critical adoration, it thrives. Here artists and unsung iconoclasts nourish their teeming masses with thundering assaults of righteous noise. Through thick and thin, good times and lean it remains, as ever, an ambitiously broad-reaching and implacable force.
With new record Gravity, Bullet For My Valentine once again stride forth…
