Another week of winter is in the books and with it, plenty of metal—both live and otherwise—to keep you warm. Huddle up and thaw those hands beside the hellfire.
Welcome to a new year of This One Goes to Eleven, everyone. It’s business as usual, only with the prospect of instantaneous human incineration tossing some much-needed excitement into the mix. So with that mind, let’s get 2018 started before it suddenly ends.
And so the weary traveler stepped through the gates of list season and was greeted with a hot meal…and a knife in the back.
After an illness-related layoff last week, we are back with metal (and phlegm) aplenty, which seems like a fitting introduction to the bubbling grotesquery ahead. Happy Friday the 13th, everyone. WHAT TO HEAR: Batting lead off this week (it’s the MLB Playoffs!!…No? Anybody?) are long-running local trio Belus and their scathing new full length, Apophenia […]
Plenty of diamonds in the rough this week, so grab the canary and hop a mine cart headed down.
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 […]