Call it the Maryland Deathfest hangover or call it an aberration, but it’s a slightly thin slate for the defacto opening release week of summer. Don’t worry, though, there’s still enough new stuff to go around, and if that doesn’t scratch the itch, a show or two always will. WHAT TO HEAR: Over the past […]
The intro tank is on empty this week and has been for awhile, so let’s just dive straight into the craziness.
Happy 4/20 folks. No new music Weedeater, Bongripper, or Bongzilla this week, which feels like a big miss, but don’t worry, there’s still more than enough potent shit to go around.
TRENDING hardcore, CRAZY shows, and…figure skating? Yep, it’s another weird week here in Brooklyn Metaland. Let’s get to it.
Nothing pithy or illuminating to say this week, just more metal. Not that anyone’s complaining… WHAT TO HEAR: At the vanguard of this week’s releases are Harakiri For The Sky and their sweeping fourth full-length, Arson (Art of Propaganda). Widely regarded as one of the most redeemable post-black-metal acts in the infinite yawning maw of […]
It’s the dead fucking smackdab center cut of winter and we’re all hurting a bit on the inside (and probably outside too). But don’t worry, it’s a new week with new metal and This One Goes to Eleven is packing a few blunt implements to help knock the frost off. Let’s go.
It’s the first big metal of the week of, with the return of a couple of heavy hitters and a crushing show slate leading the way, torches aloft. Grab that battle vest and join us or be trampled underfoot. Your call, folks. WHAT TO HEAR: Tribulation is back, storming to the top of the metal […]
New week, more metal, short intro. Let’s get to it. WHAT TO HEAR: Getting us underway this week is an early AOTY contender from the heart of the bleak, god-forsaken heart of the Midwest: Locktender’s Friedrich (Moment of Collapse). Built from the ashes of Men As Trees, Locktender’s focus is a narrow but engrossing one, with […]
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.