I'm a writer, music journalist, music publicist, and road dog from the middle of nowhere who ended up in NYC, fell in love with a Lancashire lad, and bounced over to London as a result.To my immune system's immense chagrin, I tend to live in perpetual motion, and most of my year is spent either on tour shilling T-shirts for heavy metal bands or on other riff-related adventures. I've scribbled about extreme metal and the culture surrounding it for NPR, The Atlantic, The Telegraph, Decibel, Terrorizer, Invisible Oranges, Pitchfork, Iron Fist, Brooklyn Vegan, Metalsucks, Metal Maniacs, The Chicago Reader, Independent Weekly, and so on. I've got super long hair, a taste for whiskey, too many black metal records, some sweet Amebix lyrics tattooed on my neck, and a really cute English boyfriend - not a bad haul for 25 years of existence, I guess?
What I Do, Job-wise: Freelance writer, touring merch-slinger, metal publicist
What I Do, Fun-wise: Spend too much money on history books, go to metal/punk gigs everywhere possible, hunt down annoyingly obscure records, inhale curry on Brick Lane, and be annoyed when Tesco won't swipe my dodgy American debit card (chip and PIN discrimination!)
My Motto: Domitor invictus (“Conqueror, unconquered”)
My Anti-Motto: “I can't do it."
The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: Leonardo DiCaprio, because Titanic came out when I was nine, and, obviously.
My “celebs to make out with” list: All four of the dudes from Detroit Rock City. Disco blows dogs for quarters, man!
The Most Played Song On My iTunes: “Black Mass Desecration,” Necros Christos
Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: The Road to Wigan Pier, George Orwell. Currently reading Gavin Menzies’ 1421: The Year China Discovered the World
My Most Worn Item of Clothing: Leather jacket and filthy black Docs that I’ve been meaning to clean for a good few years now...
Beauty Products That I Hoard: Diorshow Mascara, Clinique skincare/lipstick (Black Honey uber alles) Sephora lipgloss in Irish Coffee, Lush everything