Located on a back water avenue of
Oldsmar, Florida, in the arm pit of
Tampa, rests the Apple Studios- A
recording and practicing venue that
houses the best of the local scene,
whoring out it's spacious rooms to the
needy at $15 an hour. Dim lit and
militantly painted, the Apple takes its
visitor back to a time when
Rock-n-Roll reigned on high, torn
jeans were made not bought, and
spandex was the unisex duct tape of
fashion. But this music haven holds a
cavern, and the sweltering rock
contains a five headed beast glutton
with talent and snarling with
dominance. The cave is studio A, the
creature to fear is Sister Kill Cycle.
help but smile and take note of the
extra effort and show put into the
session. "Like Johnny Cash, he always
wore black and that was his thing, it
got people's attention. 'Why do you
always wear black? Why are you
always so somber?' And he would
say, I did it for the poor, I did it for
the kick. And that's kinda why we do
it. We're a blank canvas up there, of
everyone's lives, and we're reflecting
back at them. Letting them see deep
within themselves."
It would be hard to argue a band off
stage that had toured and supported
acts such as Arch Enemy, Bile, Cradle
Of Filth, The Cruxshadows,
The crude off set door opened to reveal
leather clad beings, glistening with well
earned sweat, swaying hypnotically to
the sound to which they made. Like
rock Gods on high, Sister Kill Cycle
(Mykill Mayhem-Guitar, Raven
Chain-Vocals, Talon-Drummer,
Shade-Bass, Genocide- Synthesizers)
commanded attention on the raised
stage, causing the eyes of all who were
in attendance to gaze upwards in
admiration. Even in practice, make-up
was in place, buckled Kiss-like boots
feasted upon ebony tightly panted legs,
leading up to black shirts either
mutilated or wittily printed. I couldn't