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.
So yeah, we celebrate Good Friday a little different around these parts. Sorry Mom, but thanks for the jelly beans anyway.
After last week’s brief improv, we are back on the (blast) beat today with all the metal records, shows, and hi-jinx you could ever hope to stomach. Grab that ipecac, make some room, and get ready to gorge.
While a little thin on big-name blog fodder, the underground is on absolute fire this week, so grab that headlamp and let’s begin our descent.
Guys, I think we might have fucked up. For years we metalheads have fantasized about hell on earth. From the goat altars of satanic black metal to the fire-licked peaks of every tech-death album cover ever, we imagined an underworld ascended—a dark fantasy dragged into the light. Now that we are living it on a […]
As presumed apocalypse kicks off today, This One Goes To Eleven is more than happy—as always—to provide the soundtrack. Good luck and good riddance, civilization.
Following the holiday and post-holiday illness-related hiatus, we are back with the first TOGTE of the new and mundanely terrifying year. As always, we will be covering new records, local shows, and other assorted headlines from across the metal-verse, so strap in and prepare for self-implosion.
Anddddd we’re back. Apologies for the Thanksgiving-related departure last week, but what’s the point of all this goat-slaying satanic black metal without a nuclear family and a tiny hometown to terrify with it?
With the beginning of America’s potential end behind us and Thanksgiving looming ahead, we are in need of a prescription-grade coping mechanism today. Thankfully the metal-verse is dishing out exactly that, beginning with their biggest name…
Welcome to the apocalypse, America. Here’s your fucking soundtrack.