Meet the AMG staff:

AMG is the standard by which all should be judged, which is why he started a blog. Before sending promo read this post

Steel Druhm is the undisputed Site Overseer and Lead Contributor at AMG. A teen during the 80s, he’s the oldest, and therefore wisest metal historian on staff and takes pride in the fact he was a fan back when the only genre of metal, was metal. His first love is the traditional or “classic” style, but he has plenty of affection left for doom and thrash. He likes his death metal melancholic, his black metal innovative, his beer cold and his tea in the harbor. Dio is his spirit animal and he wields the Banhammer with cold, ruthless efficiency. Under his brutal reign the site has given nothing back to the academic community and provided no public service of any kind.
Fun fact: Steel is married to the eternally kvlt Madam X.
Favorite Bands: Iron Maiden, Amorphis,  Manowar, Mercyful Fate
Guilty Pleasure: Enjoying of deep Jorn catalog
Finishing Move: Stomp 442

Madam X has the distinction of being the first female staff member at AMG, but she doesn’t cook or pick up our socks; instead immersing herself in the promo bin forever searching for the next “big” kvlt act nobody ever heard of. She loves depressive black metal dearly and took the recent breakup of Agalloch a bit too personally. When she’s not neck deep in soul killing acts like Shining, Loss and Edaimony, she’s inspired by avant-garde bizarro bands like Igorrr and The Black Scorpio Underground and anything that sounds remotely like SepticFlesh. Her non-music hobbies include grotesque horror movie viewing, creepy doll collecting, casual Satanism and cat wrangling. 

Dr. A.N. Grier (whose initials are neither Ass Nailer, Ass Nullifier, Anal Nibbler — you hurtful sonsabitches) is a first-class writer; winner of the coveted AMG Writer of the Year Award in 2015 and 2016, and every successive year after that. As an editor, he’s meticulous in his work; diligently eliminating any mention of Alestorm from the sacred AMG annals. He likes his black metal spiteful, his death metal rounded, his thrash metal old, his power metal delightful, and his melodic black/death/doom gloomy. He likes Immortal in the snow, Evergrey in the rain, Metal Church in the sun, Death in the shower, and Gorgoroth at rush hour. On Halloween, he enjoys shitty horror movies and spending time with his three special ladies: Abigail, Elvira, and Melissa.

Sentynel is the sysadmin, and occasionally writes reviews to prove to himself he can still remember human language. He runs the servers and keeps the blog online in the face of script kiddies, Chinese password-guessing bots, and worse still, users. He likes his metal melodic, progressive, and/or weird. His non-metal tastes include soundtrack, folk, and whatever else catches his ear. In real life, he is a nerd working in IT, where he has seen things you people wouldn’t believe, and plays the piano and too many video games.

Grymm: gamer, doom metal fanatic, Abbathian cat – he’s all these things, but that just scratches the surface. While unflinchingly blunt at times, AMG‘s resident man-cat maintains a soft spot for good beer, good games, and even better metal. From the heaviest, gut-wrenching doom, the most heroically epic of power metal, to the least constrained of black metal, if it’s passionate and heartfelt, Grymm‘s all over it.
Favorite Bands: Anaal NathrakhFuneralIron MaidenCarcassAcid Bath
Guilty Pleasures: IPAs, anything Shin Megami Tensei- or Diablo-related, epic power metal vocals
Finishing Move: The Grymm Fandango

Kronos is the sole arbiter of brutality at AMG as well as the rest of the observable universe. As such, he prefers his death metal brutal and his black metal avant-garde, and keeps abreast of new developments in musical obscenity. When not listening to death metal, he engages in dirty hippie activities such as birdwatching and fretting about his carbon footprint.
Likes: Ulcerate, Pyrrhon and Cattle Decapitation, vegetarianism
Dislikes: power metal, major scales, human beings

El Cuervo was reared in the wrong age. The deluded grandeur of progressive music appeals to him greatly, manifesting in a dangerous obsession with 70s prog. He seeks emotional nourishment in the cheesy synthesizers of the 80s, and especially loves the romanticized nostalgia of synthwave. But his favorite sort of escapism is listening to the borderline indecipherable screeching of Northern European men, most notably Opeth, Ulver, Moonsorrow and everything kissed by Dan Swanö. He will also die on the hill that Wilderun is the best metal band formed since 1995.
Fun fact: El Cuervo once saw Jørn live in concert. He sang along.

Mark Z. thinks metal is the worst genre of music, except for all the others. A Maryland native, Mark “I Swear I’m not Zuckerberg” Z. got his start as a core kiddie in the mid-2000s before outgrowing his As I Lay Dying shirts and embracing the works of Death, Deströyer 666, and Behemoth with open arms. Today, it’s death metal, blackened thrash, and the occasional post-black or metallic hardcore record that gets his “Big Z” going. When not slipping reviews in just before deadline, Mark enjoys hiking, running, drinking himself stupid, and watching hedgehog videos on Instagram.

Saunders is something of a jack-of-all-trades metalhead, residing on the distant side of the globe in the coastal slacker city of Newcastle, Australia. Craving diversity and boasting a particular affiliation for death, prog, thrash and grind, Saunders grew up listening to usual suspects like early Metallica, Pantera, Sepultura and Slayer before transitioning into more extreme waters around the turn of the century. A humble servant at Angry Metal Guy since 2014, he’s in for the long haul, with all the benefits.
(Old Favs) Florida & Swedeath scenes, Opeth, Carcass, Death, Suffocation, Bloodbath, At the Gates, Alice In Chains, Porcupine Tree, Faith No More, Acid Bath, Slayer.
Finishing Move: Touch of Death

Huck N Roll is the second eldest of the AMG cadre. As such, he is cranky, prone to naps, and fond of starting sentences with “In my day.” However, being Canadian, he is also polite and apologetic to a fault. Having listened to metal since 1977, his tastes tend towards the old and comfortable, but he also enjoys of himself many albums from the prog, doom, sludge, and thrash genres. He likes experimental efforts as much as traditional ones, and is most anal about production and vocals. He is not a fan of those singers who sound like Gollum or Orcs.

Dr. Wvrm is the biggest poser of this angry lot. Metal is supposed to be fun, and this annelid scribe will gladly wriggle onto the fishing hook of any band happy to oblige. Thrash and melodeath are his be-all and end-all, but he isn’t afraid to get down with black, power, or anything else you can shoehorn a melody into. Taste is taste, but his is the worst. Coupled with a PhD in stirring up shit and specialties in overrating and glib remarks, there’s never a dull moment in his Coal Chamber.
Favorite Bands: Dark Tranquillity, Blind Guardian, Kreator, They Might Be Giants
Guilty Pleasures: Protest the Hero, Soilwork
Finishing Move: Spirit Shower

Eldritch Elitist was exiled from R’lyeh (pronounced “Hellyeah”) for listening to power metal, and is perhaps the least br00tal member of the AMG crew. Active in the metal blogosphere since 2009, he’s been slipping pamphlets on the Japanese power metal scene into the tote bags of hapless passersby ever since. He likes other genres too, especially black metal, but doom and death metal rarely impress him, and he’s typically grumpy about the choice for Record(s) o’ the Month. Eldritch prizes creativity and melody above all else, and thus would prefer if everyone kept their Iced Earth records to themselves.
Favorite Bands: Galneryus, Bal-Sagoth, Darkthrone, Coheed & Cambria
Guilty Pleasure: DragonForce, of course
Finishing Move: Antediluvian Annihilation

Ferrous Beuller was forged from the heart of a dying star and exists only to terrorize mankind with his unnatural love of pestilent death metal, thrash and all things dark and doom. When he’s not plotting the downfall of civilization from the earth’s molten core, he offends the AMG readership with his incessant need to paraphrase and butcher classic literature. He toils in the arcane arts so he may one day achieve his ultimate goal of rupturing time and space so as to punch Vince Neil for all eternity.
Favorite Bands: Death, My Dying Bride, King Diamond and Rainbow.
Finishing Move: The Face Smelter

GardensTale, the fully formed monstrosity, crawled out of the peat of the southern Netherlands in the damp summer of 1988. His moist tendrils seek to wind themselves around predominantly progressive and melodic metal to this day, including anything from stoner and doom, to progressive death, to heavy and power metal. Emotional resonance is what makes his nostrils flare first and foremost, and should his glistening body rise from your backyard swamp, you better lock up your Iron Maiden, Pink Floyd, Clutch and Devin Townsend records. Don’t think that will keep you safe however, for the beast always hungers, and is more than happy to devour a morsel less familiar to his taste.
Finishing Move: GardensTailwhip

TheKenWord’s origin is unclear, but scientists believe he—it?—landed on this Earth aeons ago for reasons unknown, though the most prevalent theory is he was sent here in exile of his home for crimes most grievous. Ages it searched for meaning, for purpose, for a home. And finally, it found a home in metal. The Almighty Riff beckoned to it like the sirens of legend, their song stronger than any mortal’s will. But the Riff underestimated TheKenWord’s appetite for metal, and soon the Riff became TheKenWord’s prey. Its tastes indiscriminate, it consumed all. Now, TheKenWord rises to pass short-form judgment upon the consumed and to bask in the cries of the judged. TheKenWord also enjoys deeply of the gym, animated movies/television (to the point it decided to pursue a career in 3D modeling), videogames, cars, and art. It hates its day job, is terrified of wasps and other flying insects, and likes to think it can sing.
Favorite Bands: Evanescence, Sulphur Aeon, Fair to Midland, Myrath, Epica, Slugdge, Artificial Brain, yadda-yadda-yadda, Diablo Swing Orchestra
Finishing Move: Word Vomit

Cherd of Doom was once a sullen fellow, taciturn even amongst friends and given to bouts of melancholia. Dogs whined in his presence. Light bulbs flickered and dimmed if he lingered too long in a room. Then he discovered doom metal, and his despondency found a soothing balm. His sunken cheeks filled in. His performance at work improved. He became a more generous lover. Without daily doses of Yob, Thou, Warning, Pallbearer or Evoken, he runs the risk of reverting to his dolorous demeanor. Lacking these, black metal of the woodsy variety or any death metal with a prefix (tech-, progressive-, melo-) will tide him over. His first metal concert was Pantera, but he tries not to think about that.
Favorite Bands (non-doom category): Panopticon, Anicon, Oldpeth, Agalloch
Guilty Pleasure: Gilmore Girls
Finishing Move: a limp handshake

Holdeneye brings a lot to the AMG table, namely awkward social skills, poor musical taste, and plenty of self-deprecation. He enjoys lifting, driving, reading, watching, discussing, pondering, eating, drinking, listening to, and writing about heavy things. He is deathly afraid of things that aren’t heavy, like mosquitos, jellyfish, and his own children. He drives a fire engine and has been known to respond to emergencies while wearing power metal shirts, so think carefully before you call for help.
Favorite Bands: Symphony X, Nevermore, Sabaton, Becoming the Archetype
Remorseless Pleasure: Skelator
Finishing Move: Deathhammer

Doom_et_Al, the only medical doctor in this godforsaken hellhole, never quite got enough of the emotional abuse and humiliation he suffered during his internship years at a South African public hospital and now is back for more at the offices of AMG. He finds solace from examining Steel’s hemorrhoids through running improbably far distances which are perfectly drivable. Black, doom, post and melodic death metal speak to his tortured soul. Working with kids by day and listening to music that would scare the bejesus out of them by night is how he rolls. Gets funny looks from colleagues when he wears his Fleshgod Apocalypse t-shirts to ward rounds. If you don’t vaccinate your children, he will find you (and he knows where it hurts).
Favorite Bands: Agalloch, Isis, Sulphur Aeon, Yob, Emperor
Guilty Pleasures: Deafheaven, Yoga (Try it, it’s metal AF)
Finishing Move: The Open Thoracotomy

Twelve is an enigma. Contrary to popular belief, it isn’t twelve personalities inhabiting a single body; rather, it’s a single personality inhabiting twelve (unless it’s the other way around). One thing is for certain, though: it is not twelve years old, and has spent its more-than-twelve years of life writing, procrastinating, making excuses for things, and listening to metal. It enjoys most doom, some death, a bit of black, too much power, way too much folk, a little prog, and any well-done concept album. Sometimes, it likes Avantasia, and it’s always in the mood for Orphaned Land. It once missed the chance to see Wilderun opening for Alestorm, and the mistake has haunted its life ever since. Favorite bands include MisturThe Diablo Swing OrchestraBlind Guardian, Apocalypse Orchestra, Swallow the Sun, Orphaned Land, and two or three others that aren’t coming to mind at the moment of writing.

Dear Hollow began down the winding and spiraling road to madness and metal because his dumbass roommate listened to too much Asking Alexandria and Bring Me the Horizon. He tends to lean toward quiet activities nowadays, like watching direct-to-video Scooby-Doo movies on repeat, watching YouTube makeup tutorials with his lovely wife, and blasting Altarage and Black Cilice in the church parking lot. He prefers the atmospheric in metal, and loves criticizing all post-black for sounding too much like Deafheaven.
Favorite bands: Infernal CoilIn MourningDirge, UlcerateThe Great Old OnesGodspeed You! Black Emperor.
Finishing Move: Another comma??

Carcharodon has spent years plumbing the murkiest depths of the oceans, hunting down the choicest of metal cuts and the most select of puddings. After briefly surfacing for an ill-advised nu-metal phase in the early-2000s, he sank quietly back beneath the waves. He now searches the boundless vasts for huge riffs, brvtal vocals and haunting atmospherics. Hailing originally from London, he has moved – via Cornwall and Berlin – to the frozen wastes of Northern England where, in his free time, he cycles, hikes and climbs, and looks after his kids.
Favorite bands: OldpethCult of LunaThe OceanIsisDeathCarcassEmperorClutchMeshuggah16 Horsepower (they’re more metal than you are!) and Woods of Ypres.
Guilty pleasures: I don’t believe in guilty pleasures (if pushed on the subject, I will admit to Rammstein and peanut M&M’s)
Finishing move: The Five Finger Pudding Punch

Emya grew up listening to the softer side of music and acquired an early love for ambient and new age. It wasn’t until she found herself dating a metalhead that she considered exploring the world of metal. Despite her initial consternation at finding herself huddled against the back wall at crowded metal shows out of support, she gave the genre a chance and quickly realized it is not all loud and annoying. She writes code by day and enjoys listening to new albums while conquering long tempo runs at night. She never tires of making new discoveries, always on the lookout for the next best band with the perfect juxtaposition of ethereal atmospherics and more hardened sonic layers.
Favorite bands: InsomniumTrees of Eternity, and anything Fursy Teysier touches
Favorite bands (when her boyfriend is around): Anthrocene
Non-metal favorites: Brian EnoPenguin Cafe Orchestra, and of course, Enya

Felagund is a new addition to the AMG horde, having done battle with various sorcerers, bog demons, Carpathian criptids and spellcheck to earn an exalted seat at the blood-splattered table where the black-clad review-wraiths hand down their eternal judgments (is anyone ever going to clean this thing?). Felagund guzzles coffee like Theodore Roosevelt, withstands the torments of AMG overlords with the strength of Hurin (read the Silmarillion, plebes), cowers with all the grace of a de-veined shrimp when attacked (especially by his toddler), and prefers to revel in the depraved world of death metal.
Favorite Bands: Rush, Cannibal Corpse, Iron Maiden, Carcass, Cattle Decapitation, Acid Bath
Finishing Move: Sindarin Stunner

Ferox once met three witches upon a blasted heath, and they told him he would someday be king of angrymetalguy.com. While that prophecy sorts itself out, you can look for him in the promo sump in the dark of certain moonless nights, when he emerges to pry scraps of death/doom loose from the muck. Ferox saw the immortal Krokus play live at the tender age of nine, but then spent years in self-imposed exile from the Kingdom of Heavy Music. He fancies himself a subgenre magpie, pledging his sword to bands that catch his addled fancy rather than genre tags. A storyteller by day, Ferox will always lend a kind ear to themed bands and concept albums.
Always on heavy rotation: Judas Priest, Midnight, Bolt Thrower, Black Royal, Vredehammer, Sub Rosa, Immortal, Sulphur Aeon, a host of bands ending in the suffix “-er” (Demiser, Bütcher, Hellripper, Bewitcher)
Finishing move: The Furrowed Brow

Maddog is believed to exist, but the jury is still out. The circumstantial evidence consists of occasional sightings of a shadowy figure in the back corner at NYC death metal concerts. The same mysterious being has been seen skulking around breweries in Queens, sheepishly ordering every beer with a double-digit ABV. Maddog’s least-despised genres include intense death metal and minimalist rhythmic post-metal, with room for some things in-between. He compensates for his love of extreme metal and dark beer through his other tame interests, like knitting, indoor gardening, eating vegan (while silently judging everyone who doesn’t), and reading Quora posts about abstract math.
Favorite artists: Cult of LunaGorodIron MaidenThe OceanDeathMoonsorrowÆther RealmPink FloydSammy RaeMadonna

Thus Spoke descended from the mountains of obscurity after many years spent replacing an early admiration for teenies metalcore with a love for the darker and more extreme sides of metal. Drawn primarily to anything in a minor key, she derives particular strength from the fusions of black, death, and doom with one another, and eschews anything remotely power or traditional-adjacent. A dichotomy of sorts, she is a disciple both of the iron-wielding tribe of lifters, and of the more mild-mannered circle of philosophers ex-philosophers. When she doesn’t have her head in the clouds, or her hands on a barbell, you’ll probably find her ardently defending animal rights, or combing through Youtube and Facebook data (now guess which one is her day job).
Favorite bands: Ulcerate, Shape of Despair, Mare Cognitum, Gaerea
Starter pokemon: Bulbasaur
Finishing move: Strongly-worded email

Dolphin Whisperer hails from a land of cool breezes and sunny skies. Some say he’s a truly gifted individual with a rare talent for enchanting the delphine kind. Some say he’s a madman who yells at the ocean without regard for who or what understands his screeches and howls. While a temperate upbringing has left him indifferent to wandering one-man bands in Nordic forests, he revels in the vulnerable waters of emotional prog, pitch-black sludge/grind, and post-genre chaos. You might also find him shuffling away to Latin jazz or folky fairy music in a cove far offshore with only animals as company.
Favorite bands: Pain of Salvation, Fates Warning, Crowbar, Intronaut, Beaten to Death, ミドリ
Favorite food: nachos
Finishing move: endless stanning of the things he loves

Crispy Hooligan was reared in the bleak grey depths of America’s rustiest Rust Belt city before his exile to even grayer parts for his pyromania penchant (he swears it’s not his fault: the river was flammable to begin with. What’s he supposed to do?  NOT light it ablaze?).  When not hazily seeking out strange things afoot at the Circle K, he haunts the floors of concert halls and clubs across the American West—the grimier and stickier the better.  If you hate his reviews, it’s because his hearing doesn’t work too good anymore, and also that’s just like your opinion, man.
Favorite food: A stoner charcuterie board
Favorite Bands: Rush, Iron Maiden, Anaal Nathrakh, Sleep, Type O Negative

Itchymenace grew up during the golden age of metal. Walking into First Ave for the first time and seeing Nuclear Assault, Savatage and Testament created a life-long love of having his face melted in small clubs. Surprisingly he can still hear his three kids despite often wishing otherwise. He does enjoy watching odd movies with them, bicycling and canoeing. No amount of N00b grime on the AMG filter can reduce Itchy’s terrible puns and cringe-inducing dad jokes. Your pain only makes me stronger.
Favorite Bands: Priest, Sabbath, Maiden, Motorhead, Agalloch, Overkill, Panopticon, Savatage
Guilty pleasure: currently Cinderella (but the skeletons pile high in the closet)
Finishing move: The charitable 2.0