Back in August of last year, I watched Asking Alexandria perform at Mayhem Fest with a friend of mine. Between sets, we remarked that Danny hadn't seemed incredibly present (aside from the presumable drunken state he was in). We estimated the band had a few more months before it dissolved. When the band loses interest, there really isn't much hope for a future.

We were kind of right-- lead singer Danny Worsnop left Asking Alexandria earlier this year to pursue his side project We Are Harlot full time. We Are Harlot is less metal and more rock, which follows Danny's music tastes which, it should follow, means that he'll be more heavily invested in the new road he's walking down.

Based on their debut, self-titled album, We Are Harlot are receiving Danny's full attention. The album is a full-tilt hurricane of sex and guitar riffs- classic rock made modern. There are no tricks or gimmicks, just good, honest musical skill, and a reminder that, regardless of Danny's "screamo" roots, he is an incredibly talented singer.

So we could bemoan the end of Asking Alexandria as we know them, or celebrate the birth of another band with an incredible future lying ahead of them, and keep faithful that Asking Alexandria will be just as, if not more powerful than they were before.

'Fairly Local' is the first single off of the forthcoming album Blurryface (due May 19) and it is dark and dense and at the same time tears the weight from your shoulders. Like Oli Sykes if he had gone the route of hip hop.

Twenty One Pilots are a shining example of what modern musicians can be if they stay honest and make the music that is in their blood and their bones and their fingertips, and I'm counting down the days until May.

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A few months ago, we got a hint of Mat Devine's new work with Wrongchilde when we heard "Falling In Love Will Kill You," featuring Gerard Way. And of course, my original excitement over Wrongchilde centered almost entirely around the taste of new music from Gerard. I'm a ride or die emo kid, you can't take that from me.

Luckily, I got a second exposure to Wrongchilde, and had the chance to hear Gold Blooded in its entirety. Like falling slowly through icy water, the sound seeps into your veins and coats them in the grey mist that hisses above the ground before sunrise. And your arteries slowly fill with gold, and your whole body starts to glow, and the album name becomes incredibly appropriate and you get very embarrassed by your tacky metaphors no matter how accurate they are.

"Just Call Me Crash" is a standout on the album, not a violent, sudden impact, but a slow motion intoxication of sunlight hitting your skin or a wave breaking above your head. It's the crash of surf, not the crash of cars. And if the album as a whole is the ocean, then "Crash" is the current, driving the sound in churning patterns across your skin.

Gold Blooded is like having the sun rise slowly in your chest and flowers bloom down along your arms... like having the ocean spray your feet and mist curl around your ankles. Listen and let the world open up inside of you.