If you grew up in the '80s, you remember it well: Your best friend had this older brother who'd taken to wearing tight black jeans and chains. Sometimes, while playing with He-Man's Castle Grey Skull or Malibu Barbie's Malibu Beach House, you'd hear a strange music emanating through his walls. It was the sound of grown men singing in high-pitched, near-theatrical voices. The guitars alternated between being thick and oozy and fast and squealy. The drums sounded like a war movie your dad liked to watch. You were at once intimidated and compelled. This music seemed much cooler than anything you'd ever heard, the brother privy to some secret cool persons' club you thought you"d... More >>>