They call us bad company — Five Finger Death Punch at Wembley

When I was thirteen, I owned my first rock album, Infest, by Papa Roach. And when I say owned, it was actually borrowed from the girl who sat next to me in class. My mother would have never permitted purchase of an album with that well-placed black and white sticker that advises parents of explicit…

The Festival. Day two. The fire in the field.

This one took a while because I wasn’t happy with it. Sometimes a piece of work can take a lot of editing, and even then you still can’t be sure you are happy with it. Actually, on second thought, isn’t all writing like that, a constant work in progress? The Festival. Day two. The fire…