Tuesday, April 07, 2015



WYRD WAR is proud to herald the triumphant return of Siki Spacek and Black Death Resurrected! The first LP since Black Death's legendary 1984 debut is a 40-minute odyssey of true-as-steel Cleveland Metal, featuring eight headbanging masterpieces written between 1983-2013 and delivered with the heart, conviction and fury of dirty inner city survivors! Recorded by Billy Morris, mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk and pressed to vinyl by your comrades at Wyrd War. Stay tuned. Stay heavy.


Thursday, April 02, 2015


For no particular reason at all, today I feel compelled to celebrate a very special artist and the man who created the insignia for my modest little record label, Wyrd War. If there’s any justice in the world or any integrity whatsoever remaining in the music and fine art industries, Joe Petagno will retire a wealthy man and a monolithic middle finger shaped runestone will be hoisted in his honor on the day he finally rides that white line to the vanishing point. At the very least he should be celebrated as a national treasure here in the U.S. with all the dubious fringe benefits that might come with such a distinction. Problem is, he split California for London in 1973 – eventually settling in Denmark where he resides to this day – and anyway most Americans are too dazed to recognize the intrinsic value of anything that doesn’t turn a quick buck. Not that Joe’s fantastic artwork hasn’t turned a quick buck. If the average biker rally and shithole dive bar are any indications, his work has certainly lined more than a few pockets over the past four decades. His snarling “Dog Face Boy” for Motörhead, probably his most well-known creation, has inspired generations of malcontents to find their voice and experience life on their own terms – bleeding ears and bruised knuckles be damned! Consider how insipid and wimpy your own flesh would be if it weren’t for that gnarly Snaggletooth tattoo which at some point in your life has a) gotten you laid, b) gotten you a complimentary Jack & Coke or c) gotten you fired from your bullshit job. The man and the beast are everywhere! That’s probably because the beast in man is everywhere. Joe’s iconic Snaggletooth prevails as an abominable insignia of the Wolf Age, conveying in a single glance the primeval paradox of the enflamed death head cock poised on the precipice of the cunt throat abyss. The luminous glare of the werewolf antihero is a challenge to stand up, hold fast and push forward. The fearful hesitate and are swallowed in the gaping jaws of disintegration. The rest of us march on. Force conquers inertia with a few measured slashes of the maestro’s brush, ere the world crumbles. The bastard son of eternal war is in your face...FOREVER!

Saturday, February 14, 2015


Goddamn, Portland! What a night! 1,000 people lined up around the block at 6pm and the fire marshal couldn't shut it down because the smart folks of See See's actually had their act together. Thanks to Emily, Thor, Michael, Paul and the rest of the ONE MOTORCYCLE SHOW crew for putting together such a spectacular event. Eventually the police did shut us down a bit earlier than planned due to 1% presence and paranoia that the Mongels and Gypsy Jokers might start trouble. But we still had our fun, did we not? Whew. My head hurts. Photos by Meadow and Rob Fornicator.

Saturday, December 27, 2014


The Aztec underworld, Mictlan, was said to be comprised of nine levels through which the souls of the dead traversed to their final resting place. It was a journey punctuated by nightmarish obstructions such as swirling rivers of blood, winds of flesh-rending daggers, ravenous jaguar spirits and pendulous mountain ranges that hovered and clashed like wrathful fists. It is appropriate then that our recent crusade south of the equator delivered the TEMPLE of WATAIN to six countries over the course of nine hellish days. As might be expected on such a wild hunt, we met many psychopomps along the way who illuminated our path and assisted our mission, some of whom you will meet in the intimate behind-the-scenes photos I have selected to share here. There were many more who chose to remain in the shadows. They know who they are, and so do we. To all of the brothers and sisters we met in the sultry and sinful lands of Mexico City, Central and South America, I humbly offer my deepest gratitude and respect. Until we meet again...


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All images © Dennis Dread and Watain
As with everything on this site, reposting anywhere for any reason without express authorization from Dennis Dread is theft and will be dealt with accordingly.