L.C. is a metalhead in disguise. Black, death, fantasy, thrash, doom, speed, stoner, Viking – if it’s loud and dirty, she’s headbanging to it and probably screaming and punching the air as well. She misses Ronnie James Dio and wants to marry Lemmy Kilmister. Yeah, she’s a blonde, came of age in Hawai’i (probably the least metal state in the US), has no tattoos and can only hold down a few beers at a time. So what? When she’s not melting her eardrums at shows, she’s pounding cheap coffee, playing electric bass and writing for 7x7, the SF Chronicle, and the San Francisco Bay Guardian.