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I'm sure the dudes in Wyoming metalcore quintet When Eyes Restrict are nice guys, but it's bands like this that make "metalcore" a dirty word. Yesterday they premiered a new video for their track "Darkside" and I'm not sure what's worse, the video or the song (which essentially features the same riff over and over). Meet your new favorite band below.




Randy Blythe sings

Earlier this week, Lamb Of God unveiled another new song from their forthcoming album, VII: Sturm Und Drang. Notably, the track featured a boatload of clean singing from vocalist Randy Blythe, not exactly something he's known for or done in the past. Reaction was predictably mixed; while many applauded Blythe and company for exploring new musical territory, others lamented the emergence of what they perceive to be a mellower Lamb of God.

Those who count themselves among the latter will not be particularly thrilled with a new interview conducted by former God Forbid guitarist (and Lamb of God fill-in) turned writer, Doc Coyle, for VH1.com in which Blythe makes it clear that he doesn't really feel like screaming anymore. Here's the relevant excerpt:

Coyle: Going back to what you said before about not listening to much heavy music— you being a screamer, an aggressive vocalist, the emotional ties to that, is that something you still kind of need to do?

Blythe: No. Not at all.

Coyle: Was it at one point?

Blythe: At one point, yes, but I'm 44 years old. I've been doing this band for 21 years. Now on the new record, there's some different stuff on there. There's a song with clean singing. There's a song with Chino [Deftones] and a song with Greg Puciato [The Dillinger Escape Plan]. There's one song where it's almost clean vocals and it's me doing it. That's the most fun I've had in the studio in a long time.

Coyle: Really? That's interesting.

Blythe: Yeah because, dude, sitting there screaming for 4-6 hours a day, that shit hurts your head. You know, I know people say this, but I think this is one of our best records in a long time because Willie and Mark really co-wrote it. Our producer, Josh [Wilbur], really encouraged them to sit down and write together. It's a return to the old way of doing things for us, because for a while Mark would write his songs at home and demo them on the computer, and Willie would do the same, and they would come in and teach each other songs. On this album, it was like old days like when we were first a band and they wrote the songs together in the practice space. Like an actual band, ya know. Remember those days?

Coyle: I love that way.

Blythe: Yeah. I think it shows on the album, and it's the best album we've done in a long, long time. But to bring that around to the original question, no, it's not something I feel this need to do.

Coyle: Does it feel like a job? Does it feel like work like, "Gotta clock in, make the donuts?"

Blythe: Absolutely. Absolutely dude. Especially since we haven't had enough time off, and we need to make some money. (laughs) So it is work, ya know. It's not that I don't enjoy my job, but it's my job. I don't have a plan…well, I do have a plan B, that's being executed right now: I wrote a book, I did a photography exhibit, all that stuff, but there's no retirement plan in this business, as you know. So it's time to make a record, it's time to go on tour, it's time to do what we do in order to make a living and feed our families. And some people don't like that, when you say it like that, and this is before their romantic idea of what being in a band is, but romance doesn't pay your mortgage. (laughs)

Coyle: That's true. Love don't pay the bills, baby. (laughs)

Blythe: No, it doesn't pay the bills. So no, screaming and stuff is not something I feel the need to do anymore. There's not a burning desire inside.

You can read the entire interview VH1.com.

The Dillinger Escape Plan gayest shirt ever

As a middle finger of sorts to any of their homophobic fans, The Dillinger Escape Plan are temporarily selling what they're calling "the gayest shirt of all time by any band." Here's the official word:

"To violently weed those people [who don't like gay persons] out of our fanbase for good, we proudly give you the 'gayest' shirt of all time by any band: a Pegasus, with a cock for a horn, ejaculating a giant rainbow, on a tie-dye...shit I mean rainbow soaked...tank top. For twenty four hours. Again, fifty percent of proceeds go to The Trevor Project."

If you'd like to purchase this bad boy, head here.

Unless you call a rock home, you're aware of the Supreme Court's decision late last week to legalize same-sex marriage across the United States. While the decision was roundly praised amongst those in the metal community who chose to acknowledge it, there was at least one guy who didn't appear to be particularly pleased. In addition to drumming for A Skylit Drive (and formerly for Motionless In White), Brandon Richter also lifts weights and talks about Christianity. He seemingly serves as a spiritual guide for a small handful of people (e.g "For more guidance and or if you want my advice or help on how to live a better life just contact me. I am here to help you"). On Saturday, Richter took to Instagram to communicate his thoughts on the new protections for gay marriage:


Brandon Richter Instagram about gay marriage

Thinking better of himself, Richter deleted the post within the hour. However, not long thereafter, he reposted it, this time trying to explain that his statement wasn't about gay marriage or equality, but rather about the imagery that mocked God. Of course if you read his statement again, this explanation makes no sense whatsoever. Richter apparently realized this and quickly deleted the image yet again. Vacillate much, Brandon?

Ironically, his band posted this image on Facebook yesterday, and called the decision "a proud time for our country!" I wonder how awkward the next A Skylit Drive practice session will be?


A Skylit Drive support gay marriage

We haven't checked in with YouTube guy Jared Dines in awhile, so here's a new video in which he catalogs an assortment of the trite things endeavoring females purportedly (I wouldn't know) say to band dudes. If I knew Kellin Quinn, I'd ask him how many of these he's heard over the years.




America might be a better place if our Presidential candidates were fans of black metal. Then again, maybe not. Regardless, the people at Fast Company asked artist Christophe Szpajdel to take the logos of the current 2016 candidates, and rebrand them as black metal band logos. Some of the results can be viewed below.


black metal Bernie Sanders


black metal Ted Cruz


black metal Jeb Bush


black metal Hillary Clinton


black metal Rand Paul


black metal Mike Huckabee


black metal Rick Perry

You can have a look at the rest here.

After The Burial guitarist and co-founder Justin Lowe has exited the band. His explanation for doing so is very difficult to encapsulate, so here it is in its entirety:

My decision to leave After The Burial… Where do I begin…

I've been set up guys by something more powerful than law enforcement, and it's bad. S–t is about to hit the fan on an epic scale, and the only thing I can do now is tell you as much of my side while I still can. I've been removed as an administrator from the After The Burial band account, so I'm hoping this letter reaches as many people as possible. I'm going to start from the most recent and go backwards. As some of you may or may not know, After The Burial is currently recording at the Machine Shop in Belleville, NJ. Immediately upon entering, something wasn't right. I thought, "maybe it's just me" or maybe I'm just being paranoid for no reason. Then things got interesting. From the beginning, there was a kit set up to connect MacBook hard drives and duplicate them at the studio. Seems unusual, right?

The following day, there was a cup of coffee poured into my laptop, right in the perfect spot to destroy the mother board. OK, now how did that happen? I had a feeling my personal data was being or going to be compromised. They had the kitchen cleaned spotless and there was bad energy in the air. Energy doesn't lie. Could something be planned? Saturday, June 6th, I was the last one awake. Or so I thought I was. I picked up the kitchen and threw bottles away and got ready for bed. However, a band that I will not name showed up in the middle of the night and they were not making themselves present. I knew this, because an open luggage bag had appeared in one of the control rooms that I noticed on my way to the studio bedroom. I woke up early on Sunday, June 7th and peeked my head out, to find that the kitchen was being set up with an empty bottle of whiskey, a MacBook belonging to someone named Andreas, a tiny plastic baggy with residue, and 2 bottles of Heineken that had been removed from the trash; one of them filled half way with water. At this point, I firmly believe that something is very, very wrong.

My body is telling me to get the f–k out now. Coincidentally, I had been asked by multiple people including one of my closest 'friends" in the recent past asking me about MacBooks, iMacs, how to finance them, etc. I have also been asked to put water into empty beer or liquor bottles in the past. I'm starting to connect the dots. Now, I am going to switch gears, but this is my conclusion. The record label, our manager, band, and who knows who else, sent me out to to make the record knowing fully well that I would be robbed of my data, and would be dealt physical harm. They planned to film it. Anyway, what I'm about to say next, is going to take this situation to a completely different level. The next thing I'm being set up for is going to be very disturbing, but I believe it is true. When I was young, I was a victim of sexual abuse. It's one thing in my life that I would give anything to undo. Here's some advice, if you have been or are being abused, do something about it RIGHT NOW.

Get help, tell people, report it, get therapy, and do not put this off. I however, did not get help. I instead handled it myself, I was embarrassed. This is not an easy topic of conversation by any means. Now, with that being said, I have never EVER had any inappropriate thoughts about children. Why am I saying this? Because about a month or so ago, while he didn't know I was looking right at him, I WATCHED Trent Hafdahl tell our mutual friend's daughter to tell her dad that I was being "naughty". OK, I'm going to stop and let that sink in for a second. Why on earth, would ANYONE say something like that? Well, he's trying to set me up. Not just for this, either. I've been encouraged by people close to me to post pictures of my nephew who I love, he's my nephew. But after connecting more dots, I can see how this may look from a different perspective, in a gross, very inappropriate way.

In an effort to keep this letter as short as possible, I will not speak any further about this topic at this time. Now, to something very, very serious. As serious as almost anything can get. Last fall, I lost one of the closest people to me in a suicide. Or so I had thought. My body just couldn't put the pieces of the puzzle together. No gravestone? Was he cremated? Or buried? I was hearing different stories. How could, the person I spend literally the most time with, just decide to take his own life out of nowhere, without letting anyone know? I was confused. It was one of the most difficult times I have ever experienced. Now, what I'm about to say, will either probably save my life or kill me, but I have to say it. He is still alive, he's been living at his cabin. His death was staged, to set me up to be put away forever for something I absolutely did not do.

Now, this is starting to get absolutely beyond insane, right? This had to be planned months in advance, who knows. But this is what I do know for a fact. I carried the key to his house on my keyring for YEARS, he said I was always welcome if I ever needed a place to crash. He's that kind of guy, genuine, always there for you no matter what. But, this is where it starts to get strange, towards the end of summer, I stopped by his place. The key didn't work. What? Why? I never took the key off for any reason. Had someone replaced the key? I didn't think anything of it at the time, just noticed that it was something very odd. Anyway, the Friday night before he "took his own life", I was with Trent Hafdahl. Now, get ready. Him and I had been drinking a bit, he was pretty intoxicated. He took out a slab of bison jerky, and sliced the side of his finger badly. To get blood on my shorts? I absolutely believe this. (The shorts from Forever 21 have now vanished.) Unfortunately, it took me a long time to put these pieces of this "puzzle" together, but better late than never. Of course, I retraced my footprints from that night, to figure out where I was and if there would have been anything I could have done to save him. I was working on music pretty late, and on Face-Time with my girlfriend.

That night, she was very investigative. Now that I look back, I realize that literally everyone in my life was in on it. She made sure she knew exactly where I was going, and even asked my if I used my card when I was out. That night, she made sure she knew I was somewhere that would put me right by his house. She then relayed this information and voila, his "suicide" happened. I realize what I am saying will most likely start the conspiracy of the decade, but I don't care. I'm still alive to tell you this so I'm going to continue. Why was I not even interviewed once by law enforcement? I had just been with him 2 nights prior? Very, very strange indeed. Now, months later, my own mother came to me and said, "I found this key." I knew it was the key to his house. What? How? Unfortunately, it took me a long time to connect the dots here. But it makes perfect sense.

The night the "suicide" happened, I went to get sushi, get gas, and get a big gulp. Got home, got back to work on a new song idea. The next evening, I got a call from his brother giving me the news. I did realize that I was in the area at that time they said it had happened, but didn't realize that I was being set up. I realize that since law enforcement is also in on this, so this will be an impossible battle for me and I most likely do not stand a chance. Writing about this is my only option now, so I will continue to do so. Now, this is going to continue to get more and more insane and disturbing. Back in 2012, while he didn't realize I was looking in my bedroom, Trent Hafdahl was messing with a semen encrusted t-shirt that was under my bed.

Wait, what? Why would he want a sample of my semen? The plot thickens drastically. What is his motive? Well, there has to be one. OK, now, I'm going to jump back to Wolves Within. The record took a very, very long time. Why? Well, the way it appears is that it was me that was holding the process up. It was getting ridiculous, I was pleading with the band and begging for help, to no avail. What could be happening here? Nobody wants to make this record? I knew I was getting fucked over, but I didn't want to give up. I wanted to see what happened if I didn't give up. Truth is, we had "A Wolf Amongst Ravens" done and ready to be released in 2012, the record label refused to release the track. Something was very, very wrong here. After a long battle to finish the album, I had prepared the totally unmixed Pro Tools sessions of all the songs.

Nobody would mix it. This is a major bummer. After all this hard work, nobody to mix. Unreal. How could this be? As if things weren't bad enough, we had tours booked right in the middle of the album, which could have been finished months ago had we all actually worked. Hindsight, I realize things were already very, very bad. After bringing up the current status of our album during a heated conversation in Toronto, Trent's exact words to me, 'Who are they going to believe, me, or you?" OK. Now, to jump to something totally different. Some years ago, somebody I know and was close to (His name is Eric Lovold) had their studio robbed completely. I know absolutely about it, but I know who does, he does. I'm starting to realize how far back this set up really goes. After connecting more dots, I realized, he was texting me at the exact moment that the robbery took place.

Why would he text me of all people during a time like that? Everyone is working together. These "friends" of mine are all in on it. I have reason to believe that every single key on my keychain has been duplicated. (House, studio, car, etc.) Recently, I was presented with my old FOB that had been mysteriously "put through the wash" after years of me never seeing it. Now, to jump to the present day. Recently, I was hospitalized. Not knowing how or why I was finding myself in this situation literally driving me crazy. I stayed up for days trying to figure this out. First, I was placed with a roommate that exactly resembled the person I was abused by as a child.

They had him shaking his feet just like I do, the whole nine yards. I was delivered pictures of my little nephew to the hospital as well that I did not ask for. The combination of "vitamins" I was provided with was destroying my train of thought. I quickly figured this out when I found myself starring at a food menu for 3 minutes without making a single selection. I noticed that the packets of my medication had been tampered with before opening. One of the pills I was being given, Hydroxyzine, I was familiar with, and it did not have the effects I was used to. I was given what I was told was a nerve calming pill, but it was actually a laxative put into the yellow 215 container to see if I would take a loud shit in the bathroom with my roommate there or try to cover up the sound. This is how big this thing is. Here is one thing to consider. Why would I not be apprehended immediately or interviewed by police or anything at all? I was hospitalized so that any chance of being taken seriously by a judge or jury would be would be quickly discredited. I have a feeling that this goes back further and further, maybe even to my birth and/or childhood. Scored a perfect 10 on the Akbar, and have had no problem figuring out how to read, play music, learn anything.

Someone or something is afraid of me becoming too powerful. Some of my past girlfriends all have fathers who are very, very wealthy. I mean VERY wealthy. Coincidence? These are all dots I have connected and I do realize how deep this is. I have a feeling there will be a lot more coming that I have yet to figure out. I realize what I have said could certainly spell the end for me, but it had to be said. In the words of Shawn Keith, "you have to speak your mind."


study says keep calm and listen to metal

A new study conducted by The University of Queensland, one of Australia's "leading research and teaching institutions," found that extreme music, such as heavy metal, can have a calming influence on those experiencing anger.

The results contrast previous studies, the results of which many would assume, that loud and chaotic music contributes to aggression.

UQ Scool of Psychology honors student Leah Sharman explained the new findings:

"We found the music regulated sadness and enhanced positive emotions. When experiencing anger, extreme music fans liked to listen to music that could match their anger.

"The music helped them explore the full gamut of emotion they felt, but also left them feeling more active and inspired.

"Results showed levels of hostility, irritability and stress decreased after music was introduced, and the most significant change reported was the level of inspiration they felt."

The study was published in Frontiers in Human Neuroscience and was composed of 39 "regular" listeners of extreme music, aged 18-34 years.

So, earlier this month we learned that heavy metal listeners were less likely to cheat than fans of other genres, and now new research indicates that listening to extreme music can reduce one's anger and stress levels! Who'd a thunk it?

As we learned last month, Every Time I Die frontman Keith Buckley now does some sketch writing for Comedy Central. In honor of Father's Day, Buckley and company have unveiled a little comedy skit they put together. You can check out the video below. Buckley had this to say:

"Myself, Rob Fee, Brandon Dermer, and Jonah Ray made something to celebrate Father's Day, but even the undad can enjoy it."




A self-absorbed fan hopped onstage earlier this month in Houston, Texas, and tried to snap a selfie in the middle of a performance by The Story So Far. Band frontman Parker Cannon expressed his displeasure by kicking the fan's ass, literally. Here's the obligatory video:





Amusing as it was, Cannon's reaction didn't require nearly as much dexterity as Every Time I Die guitarist Jordan Buckley's cellphone karate kick.

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