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.
Apologies for the feature-related interruptions of this section of late, but time and words—as I’ve learned the hard way—are definitely finite resources. Moving forward you can expect about the same deviation as you’ve been getting, but rest assured, when I don’t have something more substantial already cooking, I will be here, churning these things out […]
With Punxsutawney Phil’s surely scientific prediction that this winter will be a short one looming, let’s get at this before the insidious bastions of Sol are loosed once again on this frozen slab of dirt we call hearth, home, and happiness.
Alright, TOGTE is officially back from last week’s brief commercial interruption, and given the 5 straight days of CMJ jangle-core I just siphoned into my ear hole, it’s back with vengeance. Needless to say, don’t touch that dial.
Welcome back to your friendly metal Costco everyone, now with 50% less staph infections and double the old-man fights. Please enjoy your shopping experience and come again soon.
Alright. Here we go. This One Goes To Eleven is officially back from the August dead, and just in time too, with one of the craziest metal weeks of the year waiting in the wings. Grab those headphones, credit cards, and PBRs and let’s get down to business.
Happy early Independence Day, everyone. If you’re looking for a fireworks factory worth of new metal to help get you from here to wherever it is you’ll be watching Randy Quaid fly a fighter jet into the g-spot of an alien space station this weekend, then we have just what you need. Crack something domestic […]
The Mets have the best record in baseball, the Rangers are on to the second round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and spring is pretty much in full swing. In other words, that bud of contentment in the pit of your being is in serious danger of blooming into actual, terrifying happiness. Thankfully, however, we’re […]
I hung out with my girlfriend’s parents all weekend, so chances are I need this more than you right now. Misery does love company, however, so join me as I turn this shit to the ozone, pour something stiff, and pound my forehead off the wall. With a little luck and a lot of faith […]
Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone. Pour a Guinness, throw on some Primordial, and settle in with another edition of This One Goes To Eleven, now an official green-Exorcist-puke-free institution.