Who We Are
Biography and information about EvilTapo founders, editors, writers and contributors.
M. - EvilTapo founder, fan-writer, photographer and Chief mayhem-agitator-explosive-nightmare
M. loves black metal, heavy metal, metal, more metal, dark purple and all things fun and ridiculous.
Mayhem... I like Mayhem and Mosh Pits. Professional Agitator? Yes. All of it. I'll own it. I also seem to like music.
I'm not a critic. I'm a fan. Anything you read on this site that I might have written is coming from the point of view of a true fan of live music. That's the intoxicating drug for me. I want to hear the guitar bounce off the walls, the bass drum pound into my chest, the bass bring "it" all forward. Does that make sense? I'm not a "lyrical" fan but I'm one that will get deep with what a vocalist is telling me. Selling me. And Live, I'm buying it or I wouldn't be there. Somewhere in-between all of this, I'm making my way to the center of the crowd 8'-20' back and if a show happens to have a mosh pit, I'll be in it, going against it (I like physical contact), regulating that one a-hole who is hardcore dancing, and truly enjoying the primal dance that is the mosh pit.
The truth is in the Mosh Pit. Someday, I'll tell you why.
*I loathe all things Coldplay and flutes in pop/rock music.
E. - EvilTapo founder, writer, photographer and editor-in-chief
E. loves indie rock, old school new wave, twangy Austin bands, 1960s funk and soul, and California dreamy girl groups, but her desert island vinyl collection is heavy on a little band whose name rhymes with Parkayde Shire.
Ever since I rode my bike to the local pharmacy to buy my first 45 single - Blondie's "Heart of Glass" - in elementary school, I have loved music. Fresh out of high school, I worked at Music Plus (both in store and at the main office), and was the music editor of my college paper during the height of the grunge movement (and then in the crushing wake of Kurt's suicide). I've worked in PR, marketing, and advertising, but nothing has ever compared to the eardrum-shattering experience of standing next to a stage and scribbling in my notebook, certain I've stumbled across the best band no one's ever heard of. I'll never say I'm an expert, but I will say I'm a fan and I'm happy to share what I know.
And while I don't hate Coldplay like M. does, the 1975 makes me want to punch a baby panda in the face.