By Lips Reiner, Robb Reiner
At age 14, Toronto university associates Steve Lips” Kudlow and Robb Reiner made a pact to rock jointly without end. Forming their band Anvil, they went directly to develop into the demi-gods of Canadian steel with their acclaimed 1982 album Metal on Metal. The album inspired a iteration of rockers that incorporated Metallica, Slayer, and Anthrax, yet regardless of their notoriety, Anvil fast slipped from the limelight and into obscurity. virtually 30 years later, Lips and Robb proceed to chase their dream. This behind-the-scenes autobiography follows the ups and down of the duo’s profession and their risky friendship, finds their commitment and unadulterated ardour for his or her tune, and leaves no stone unturned alongside their last-ditch quest for status and fortune. in keeping with Sacha Gervasi's award-winning movie of an identical identify, this hilarious but poignant account is a reminder that desires quite can come true.
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We were just jammin',' said Lips. ' Marty grinned. ' It was the first time I'd felt in total harmony with another musician. I wanted to jam some more, but Lips had other plans. 'I gotta go. My girlfriend . . ' I could tell Lips felt awkward. He wanted to jam some more, but he also wanted not to let his girl down. It was obvious he was torn between the two demands on his time. Watching him, I thought there was some pretty weird stuff going on. But other than that, I liked everything about Lips.
After all these years, that would be truly awesome. Long live Anvil! Slash Los Angeles, 14 February 2009 1 ON THE BRINK ROBB: Walking off stage at the Civic Centre at Glens Falls, I punched the air. We'd smoked them. An Aerosmith audience that had come to see their classic rock heroes had been turned over by Anvil, an obscure heavy metal band from Toronto. They'd never even heard of us, but we'd won them round. We'd fucking triumphed. Backstage, a tall slim guy, very Jewish with big hands, brown eyes and a scrambled way of speaking, was waiting: David Krebs, the man who discovered AC/DC and Aerosmith.
Don't worry, man. I can take care of it. You don't have to pay to come and see me. And what about Robb? ' 'Robb's doing OK. ' Sacha suggested I came on my own. I phoned Robb – he was blown away when he heard Sacha was making movies – and a few days later I was picking up a ticket at the airport and boarding a plane. Sacha met me at LAX in an old silver convertible Aston Martin that looked like it belonged in a Bond movie. He had a scruffy beard but otherwise he was no different from the Teabag I'd loved twenty years ago.