Happy Independence Day weekend, heathens. I hope your celebration of liberty (or funeral procession, given the way things are going) is filled with beers, boats, and Pantera—as it always has been and always will be.
It’s officially summer, fam. Grab your cut offs and Cro-Mags tank and let’s rot.
We were off last week due to a quick trip into the hipster heart of Northside to refill the angst wells. Luckily for you, they’ve come back brimming, so let’s get to it.
As the likes of Governor’s Ball and Northside Festival shed weight and consequence—their focus shifting toward fun, sun, and more sponsor-sponsored coconut water than your bladder can humanly handle—an interesting (and essential) counterpoint has begun to emerge.
Welcome to our annual MDF-hangover edition. Let’s keep it short, sweet, and maybe just a little bit quieter than usual.
Following an actual-work-induced hiatus, we’re officially back and waist deep in a totally different kind of mire. Let’s do this, fiends.
Spring has sprung, and while that may not seem very metal, consider that MDF is less than a month away, allergies are hell, and the ridiculous summer release slate is just getting fired up. So yeah, take your winter and shove it.
If any of you were lucky enough to get to Roadburn or Decibel’s inaugural Metal & Beer festival, I hope your hangovers are progressing nicely. For everyone else, well, here’s a little something to ease the pain.
So yeah, we celebrate Good Friday a little different around these parts. Sorry Mom, but thanks for the jelly beans anyway.
Alright, you’re busy, I’m busy, and we both know the drill by now. Fuck the line check, let’s get to it.