METALSHOP: THE ONE-SENSE SALE IS HERE!
This may come as a surprise to a lot of CREEM readers in Detroit and elsewhere, but there are places in this country where there is very little metal on the radio! Now some of you may be shocked by this, some may not have heard me through the cotton in your ears, and some of you may be on your way to the bus station already, but if you’ve just started packing—stop! For even in the most (or least) civilized parts of this country, there is really no escape from the fangs of metal.
METALSHOP: THE ONE-SENSE SALE IS HERE!
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John Neilson
This may come as a surprise to a lot of CREEM readers in Detroit and elsewhere, but there are places in this country where there is very little metal on the radio!
Now some of you may be shocked by this, some may not have heard me through the cotton in your ears, and some of you may be on your way to the bus station already, but if you’ve just started packing—stop! For even in the most (or least) civilized parts of this country, there is really no escape from the fangs of metal. Not while there is a Metalshop.
Billed as “The First Show With Teeth,” Metalshop is headbanger heaven—60 minutes of screams, powerchords, fretboard frenzy and chest-thumping histrionics—as subtle as The A-Team and as timeless as testosterone. For over a year now, the show has been broadcast weekly on almost a hundred stations from Maine to Hawaii, an island of noize in a sea of passing trends.