Before he was the author of such books as ‘A Devil on One Shoulder and an Angel on the Other: The Story of Shannon Hoon and Blind Melon,’ ‘Touched By Magic: The Tommy Bolin... More > Story,’ and ‘Grunge is Dead: The Oral History of Seattle Rock Music,’ Greg Prato was a writer for such respected UK-based publications as Classic Rock, Guitarist, Metal Hammer, and Record Collector. ‘No Schlock…Just Rock!’ collects most of Greg’s writing for these mags between a five-year span (2003-2008), with the focus on the crème de la crème of classic rock, heavy metal, and punk/alt-rock. Included are features that explore the entire careers of Faith No More, Soundgarden, Bad Brains, Meat Puppets, The Cars, The Raspberries, and GG Allin, as well as additional interviews/articles on the Ramones, Cheap Trick, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, Jethro Tull, Rush, King Crimson, Steely Dan, William Shatner, and Run-DMC (among many others), plus the 3 articles that later led to Greg's Melon, Bolin, and Grunge books.< Less
Ragnaropus was created when androgynous pulp artist Eph G. and anorexic surrealist Doxy Demimond were playing a melted Nintendo DS in the Tate Museum. Here, one thing led to another, and they began... More > intellectual conversation concerning the end of the world. They drove back to the airport, and whilst they drove, G.G. Allin CDs were played ad infinitum. Unfortunately, Eph had a laptop with her at the time, and for the next four days, the duo wrote nonstop. Even in the bathrooms, where they proved quite the nuisance, shouting things like, "Yes! Death to the Messiah by bondage! Brilliant!", and, " Nothing's better than a punk rock archangel dyke!" But, here is what they shat out, dripping and warm, in all of its pure, unalderated, uncut glory (or shame, depending on the rabid critic). Enjoy their meaningless compilation of page-long apocalyptic prophecies.< Less
Ragnaropus was created when androgynous pulp artist Eph G. and anorexic surrealist Doxy Demimond were playing a melted Nintendo DS in the Tate Museum. Here, one thing led to another, and they began... More > intellectual conversation concerning the end of the world. They drove back to the airport, and whilst they drove, G.G. Allin CDs were played ad infinitum. Unfortunately, Eph had a laptop with her at the time, and for the next four days, the duo wrote nonstop. Even in the bathrooms, where they proved quite the nuisance, shouting things like, "Yes! Death to the Messiah by bondage! Brilliant!", and, " Nothing's better than a punk rock archangel dyke!" But, here is what they shat out, dripping and warm, in all of its pure, unalderated, uncut glory (or shame, depending on the rabid critic). Enjoy their meaningless compilation of page-long apocalyptic prophecies.< Less
