Centrifugal Funk was supposed to be just another one of those guitar compilations. Released by shred pornographer Mark Varney in 1991, it featured a trio of hired guns laying down silicone-enhanced solos over processed covers of trad jazz tunes. This was the era of Nirvana and Pantera, and the infomercially polished karaoke numbers on the disc were already dead on arrival. But the formidable talents of the help bordered on necromancy.

The sorcerers in question were Frank Gambale,

If you've ever been humbled by the effortless speed and harmonic fluency of our string-slinging siblings south of the Mason-Dixon line, you're in good company. So universal is the admiration among shred masters for their flatpickin' and fingerpickin' brethren that country-inflected radio rock tunes like Van Halen's Finish What Ya Started comfortably share iPod space with the striking industrial-country fusion of players like John 5. Then there are the bona-fide switch hitters like Eric Johnson and Steve Morse, whose dual...

[This lesson appeared originally as a master class at InsaneGuitar.com.]

It's always exciting to get your hands on something you can't get anywhere else. So as a measure of thanks to Joel Wanasek for inviting me to do a guest column at InsaneGuitar.com, I offer up a transcription you won't find anywhere else on the internet. It's none other than the guitar solo to Nitro's Freight Train, the most over-the-top '80s metal song you never heard.

Why never? Unlike their more...

When they named it shred, this is the song they were thinking of: soaring leads, piercing vibrato, weepy tremolo, slippery legato, and ferocious picking, simmering over a roiling cauldron of drum and bass that's almost as funky as it is angry. We're talking about Now Your Ships Are Burned, the third track from Yngwie Malmsteen's watershed 1984 album, Rising Force.

While there are other tracks on Rising Force more overtly evocative of the misty medieval themes of Yngwie's imagination, none pack the unfettered rage of Now Your Ships Are Burned. With its blistering solos, frightening stop-time fills, and a main riff more challenging than the solos of mere...

My favorite parts of Michael Angelo's seminal instructional video Speed Kills are the impromptu, undocumented solos that pop up occasionally throughout the DVD. There are precisely four of them, and I like to think of them as being named by the huggably cheesy dialogue that invariably surrounds them. If you're familiar with the video, you might recognize such basement-tape classics as The Art of Playing Lightning Fast, The Keys to the Lamborghini, You Can Just Kick Back,...

Back when I was learning to play in the late '80s, I used a Casio SK-1 to steal licks off records. For those who are not familiar with the SK-1, this thing was basically a miracle. It's a 31-note keyboard with a built-in sampling function. Press the "sample" button, and it would record exactly 1.4 seconds of whatever you threw at its little microphone. Pressing middle "A" on the keyboard...