Florida-based metallers TRIVIUM will release their new album, "The Sin And The Sentence", on October 20 via Roadrunner Records.
Post-hardcore icons The Used have just announced the release of their seventh studio album, the 17-track, double disc The Canyon, which will serve as the successor to 2014's Imaginary Enemy. The Ross Robinson-produced record will come out on Oct. 27 through Hopeless Records.
Rowdy English pub rockers Towers of London blend the high-octane charge of Sex Pistols-era British punk, the hedonistic charm of '80s hair metal, and the tabloid-heavy antics of Oasis and the Libertines into a volatile shot of pure rock & roll debauchery. Formed in the late '90s in Liverpool, the group consists of lead vocalist Donny Tourette, guitarist Dirk Tourette, lead guitarist the Rev, bassist Tommy Brunette, and drummer Snell. The group inked a deal with TVT Records in 2005, releasing the hit singles "How Rude She Was," "Fuck It Up," "Air Guitar," and "On a Noose." Their full-length debut, Blood Sweat and Towers, arrived in the summer of 2006, followed by Fizzy Pop in 2008.
If you've been wondering what's been keeping Lee Southall busy all this time, you're about to find out. On Iron In The Fire, the former The Coral guitarist brings the outside world in through quality songmanship - showing that whichever paths our lives may take, our exposure to the elements will remain the same. Taking an alternative path to each of his Coral cohorts, when the group disbanded in 2012, Lee left behind his native seaside town of Hoylake on the Wirral, and moved 75 miles inland to the 'tops' of Hebden Bridge. In search of a fresh start, the dramatic wind-beaten and changeable landscape gave Lee time and space to craft Iron In The Fire but equally, it lingers like the taste of the salty air hanging above the coast. 'I've lived by the sea and watched weather roll in, but it's the same in Hebden, watching storms roll over the moors,' Lee says. 'The place is changing all the time and sometimes looks a bit chocolate box, village of the year, but when the tourists are gone it can feel like the set of a 1970s BBC folk horror - a bit Wicker Man.'