HEADBANGING HORROR 3

If you’ve been playing along at home, you might already know that Headbanging Horror 3 is out now, released a couple of days ago. If not, well this post right here is to announce that Headbanging Horror 3 is out now, released a couple of days ago.

The original aim was to have this one out by Halloween, given there’s a lengthy tale in it revolving all around that particular day, but in the interests of not rushing things just to try and get it out, I knocked that idea on the idea, and concentrated on a more realistic goal. Such as getting the fucker out before the year is over.

Which, as you can tell, has been successful. Headbanging Horror 3, comprised of five all new tales and one older piece from about eight years ago, is now out in the world to bring more bloodshed and blastbeats, mutilation and metal mayhem, percussion and punishment.

I wasn’t actually going to include the older story, but given it first appeared in a niche anthology and probably hasn’t been read by all that many souls, I figured I would put it in there anyway. It’s also a story one might read and think on first impression that it isn’t really something one could consider true Headbanging Horror, at least in comparison to the rest of the tales comprising the book. That’s where one would be wrong, but since I’ve already covered this in the introduction of the book, I won’t go into it again. What I will do is say if you’re into metal, and you’re into horror and you love the pair being blended into a bloody stew, then what the fuck are you waiting for? Go and check out Headbanging Horror 3.

And stay tuned, because work has already started on volume 4.

Get ready to bang your head once again. Before it gets taken right off your shoulders.

When the apocalypse finally came along, best friends Del and Brett figured it would either be due to zombies, or insect plagues, a global pandemic, or nuclear holocaust.
They were dead wrong.
What they got was the Orange Winds of Death and a brutal new world ruled by Thrashers.

Every year come Halloween, the popular students of Grimaze North High treat the night as the biggest calendar event of the year, resulting in a massive exclusive party only the privileged and cool are allowed to attend.
Theodore, Clifton and Logan are never on that list. They’re none of the above. They’re misfits, permanently excluded from events like this.
This year, however, they’ve got a plan. They’re attending that party come hell or highwater. And they’re going to have a good time. Even if nobody else does.

A solitary man who likes to keep to himself does so for a reason. He does his best to avoid encountering any other people. Because when the drums start up in his head, bad things are going to happen. Terrible things. And nothing he can do will stop them.

When a war deserter flees the battle zone, terrified of what he discovered there in the jungles, he comes home, but he doesn’t come alone. He brings a monstrous infection along with him, and soon enough that contagion is going to spread. Bringing bloodthirsty horror and an escalating nightmare that can’t be contained.

An ambitious band, keen to forge their own new subgenre of metal take a journey out into the wilderness with designs on capturing promo shots for their upcoming album and nature sounds to merge into their music.
Caught amidst an unexpected storm, the group and their companions are forced to take refuge where they can. Where things take an unexpected turn.

Unless death metal fanatics Sam, Chuck and Dave can figure out a way to halt the escalating run of bad luck that’s befallen them, they’re pretty sure they’re going to end up dead. Just like their recently deceased friend, and bandmate, Nolan.
Apparently, exhuming Nolan’s body is the only way to achieve this.

Yet again, horror and heavy metal bang their heads together.
The monster freaks in their specific realms. Misinterpreted, macabre, malignant.
Jim Goforth’s love for metal is widely known.
Accumulated here are yet more horror tales where metal music slices and dices alongside razor sharp blades, where percussion pummels besides bludgeoning tools of death.
These aren’t just stories driven by heavy metal; they are heavy metal.

Get ready to bang your head again. Or you might lose it.
This is Headbanging Horror 3.