“I lay in bed that night, a first-time drunkard at seven years of age, pondering the punishment I knew would arrive on callused palms. In the forest, as if sensing my plight, wolves howled nocturnal laments. The magnificent lunar lullabies… — Mark Rice Copy Share Image
“I was ten when I heard the music that ended the first phase of my life and cast me hurtling towards a new horizon.… — Mark Rice Copy Share Image
“I lay in bed that night, a first-time drunkard at seven years of age, pondering the punishment I knew would arrive on callused palms.… — Mark Rice Copy Share Image
“The Devil has all the best tunes? My arse! Metalville just got a new sheriff.” — Mark Rice Copy Share Image
“Dying is the fastest route to fame for an aspiring rock star. The dead man’s melodies become profound, acquiring mystery and rising into a… — Mark Rice Copy Share Image
“Things began to go wrong when I was seventeen. My band’s twenty-year-old lead guitarist earned seven years in jail for a drug-fuelled spree of… — Mark Rice Copy Share Image
