All articles in this blog were originally written in Thai and translated into English. Since 2025, A.I. has been used to translate and edit older manuscripts.
FR!DAY ! AM !N ROCK
Still here, still loud.
I’m FR!DAY ! AM !N RÖCK, and I’ve been immersed in the world of rock and metal since the days of cassettes and physical magazines.
(Think ‘analogue survivor’ rather than ‘relic’ 😉
I’ve seen formats come and go, bands rise and fall, and I’m still spitting fire with a pen in hand and a record collection for company.
Back in the day, I was writing for Thai magazine like Music Express, Bioscope, and Young@Heart, when music journalism had real bite. No algorithms, just pure, unadulterated passion for sound.
My ears are still buzzing with everything from ’60s psychedelia to ’80s glam – I don’t just listen to it; I live it.
Now, you’ll find me here on this blog. It’s not a nostalgia trip; it’s a living archive, a place to channel my obsessions and rage against the beige.
Because let’s face it, rock never died, it just got buried under endless playlists. I’m here to witness and chronicle the sacred and profane history of rock and metal, proving The Manics were right: “The future does seem to rely on the past for inspiration.”
So, turn it up and join me. The music’s eternal, and I’m not fading into any polite, Spotify-curated night.
FR!DAY ! AM !N RÖCK
Still screaming. Still bleeding ink. Still here.