Saxon – Love Without Ballads “ And the bands played on.” February is supposed to be about love. Roses. Choruses. Predictable sentiment. Saxon never played that game. So it feels only right that Saxon opens our new monthly series — One Band Per Month — not with a ballad, but with something far more honest: love that survives noise, distance, time, and defiance. This series isn’t about ranking bands or rewriting history. It’s about honouring them — for who they were, who they are, and why they still matter. And Saxon matter because they never pretended to be anything other than what they were. Saxon Didn’t Write Love Songs — They Lived Them Saxon’s catalogue isn’t filled with candlelit choruses or romantic fantasy. Instead, their songs speak to: loyalty over lust endurance over infatuation brotherhood over heartbreak Their version of love is forged on the road, tested by time, and kept alive by belief. And that makes it real. Love as Obsession: When Belief Goes Too Far “Dallas 1 PM...
The Crazies: Love Songs That Lose Control When love stops behaving. February is usually dressed in soft focus. Red roses. Safe sentiments. Predictable longing. But love doesn’t always show up like that. Sometimes it arrives shaking. Sometimes it obsesses. Sometimes it loops, claws, fixates, consumes. These are crazy love songs — not parody, not irony, not cynicism. Just artists staring straight into the moment where love stops being polite and starts becoming something else entirely. This is love off the rails. Welcome to The Crazies. 1. The Gun Club – “She’s Like Heroin to Me” Love as addiction. Jeffrey Lee Pierce never romanticised damage — he documented it. “She’s Like Heroin to Me” doesn’t flirt with metaphor; it leans into it hard. Love isn’t sweet here, it’s chemical. Compulsive. Ruinous. The kind you chase knowing exactly how it ends. Blues-punk desperation, stripped raw. This isn’t falling in love — it’s relapsing. A perfect Madness opener. No easing in. 2. Suicide – “Che...