So Lamb of God stopped by San Diego in May and — of course — I wasn’t going miss to the show. This being my 3rd LoG show, I was happy to know what I was in for: great music, a great audience, and some heavy duty moshing.
Now, I managed to set myself up with a good spot on the floor and got hyped as the show started. As the night continued, the circle pits formed behind me, and I received the customary small, but harmless pushback. Like I stated, I’m a metal dude; I expect a little pushback. However, things suddenly cranked to 11 a little earlier than expect...
 
As “Inherit the Earth" began, I felt a punch to the back of my head. A punch! I felt like Robert Downey Jr. in the Sherlock Holmes films, analyzing the situation and properly thinking of a way to respond. After a second of thought, I turned around to see a fellow who looked like Seth Rogen, had he gone bald at 20 years old, and I immediately yelled "Did you f*ckin punch me?"
 
Smooth and relaxed, I know. I’m good like that.
 
True to form, this troubled, tipsy bro responded back with equal etiquette: “yeah, you're in the f*ckin way!"
 
Guys, look, I can't control my height. But for the record, if you’re ever behind me at a show and can’t see, you can, like, ask me to move or something. Sadly for this nerd, there was no ask, only some pre-mature punchery and distraction from an epic LoG show.
As a proper gentleman, I realized that this situation needed to be de-escalated, so I politely reared back and gave him just enough of a push to get sucked up by the nearest moshpit. Like Boba Fett to the Sarlacc Pit or when King Leonidas kicked that one guy, I banished the knockoff Seth Rogen to the whim of the pit and proceeded to enjoy the rest of the show.
 
Let us all learn a lesson from Mr. Punch Dudes In The Head Guy: don’t punch dudes in the back of the head, especially when your back is facing a Lamb of God moshpit.

JUST IMAGINE having so much pull that you’re able to book Paris' Louvre as the set of your video shoot. I have so many questions. What were their insurance costs on being that close to priceless works of art? How many security guards do they have standing around just outside the frame? And do Beyonce and Jay-Z have some kind of dirt on whoever’s in charge of one of the most famous museums in the world to get this kind of favor?

The Carters are making their joint musical debut – and true to their brand, the release was a complete surprise. They dropped the 9 song EP Everything Is Love on Saturday and blew the world away.

I mean, sure, Lambos & blinged out chains are nice, but Rap’s First Couple are raising the bar on what luxury means. Check out the video and let us know what you think!

YAAAAS. The opening scene of The Lost Boys is etched into the brain of every 80s movie lover and it's rather endearing that Marilyn Manson covered the Gerald McMann soundtrack classic.

First, get to know the backstory on the original via Buzzfeed.

Gerald McMann - who now travels under the moniker of G Tom Mac - revealed that he managed to compose the theme from The Lost Boys, without even enjoying the benefit of screening the movie first, although they did at least send him a copy of the screenplay. "As it turned out, I got inspired by reading the script and the events in my own life and wrote the song," said Mac. "The song was brewing in my head with the choir as a chorus backing me. That all seemed to come within half an hour. Mike Maineri had this hypnotic beat, we refined it together, and my melody and chords melted right into it. Then I wrote the lyrics within an hour or two, recorded the demo, sent it to Joel [Schumacher], two days later got a call from him, ecstatic by the song and saying, "You nailed my theme song to The Lost Boys! I can't believe you wrote this without seeing a frame of film!'

As for Manson's cover, Consequence of Sound says it is supposedly for the 2019 X-Men spinoff, The New Mutants.

My only two critiques:
1. I'd rather a Lost Boys remake than another X-Men installment.
2. Marilyn definitely should have gotten sexy oil-slicked sax cameo icon, Tim Cabello, to perform with him in some capacity. He dropped the ball there.