Believe or not, the final release week of August—and ostensibly, the summer—is upon us, so let’s send it out with bang shall we?
Remember all those mean things I said about August last week–how the pickings were slim, there weren’t many shows, and so on? Well I take it all back. This week makes up for it and then some, so let’s thank the almighty law of averages and get on with it.
We’re all familiar with the ghost stories of NYC venues past. CBGB gets co-opted by John Varvatos — CBGB-ish peddler of Billy Joe Armstrong-approved looks and wares. North 6th is snatched up and scrubbed down by Bowery Presents and Ticketmaster’s hamster-powered server farm. 285 Kent and DBA finally slip into Murdoch’s yawning cultural detritus, with […]
Welcome to our first transmission from planet August, where the shows are drying up, the records are coming in drips, and we are still here, on hands and knees, lapping at the interstellar riverbed.
Here I go again on my own. Going down the only road I’ve ever known. Wait, what? Sorry, blacked out there for a second.
Burned out on this heatwave? Join the fucking party, pal. Trust me when I say it’s cooler down here, six feet under.
Back at it again after a protracted holiday break. Today marks the beginning of the back half of summer, so let’s enjoy it (and its attendant gore pile of releases, shows, and news) while its still around.
With the holiday upon us and big releases just ahead and right behind, this week is a bit slower than most. So get caught up on what you missed in the past few months (there has to be something) or plow blindly forward alongside me. The choice is yours, but I’ll be here all the […]
Apologies once again for the inconsistency of this section over the past few weeks. Life has been almost exclusively throwing sliders in the dirt of late, which—when combined with non-metal endeavors like Northside Festival—have conspired to keep your weekly updates semi-weekly. Here’s hoping we can get back in our d-beat groove…
While perhaps reading like summer apathy, it’s in exactly the opposite spirit (read: too much to fucking cover) that we launch headlong into this thing this week. Good night and good luck.