Welcome to 2016, everyone. It’s a new year full of the same despair, depression, and destruction, and I’m thrilled, once again, to share it with all of you. If you’re just joining us, this is a column about metal and I am your host. If you’ve been here before, proceed to the play buttons. In […]
It’s not enough to say that 2015 was a great year for metal. For the better part of the last decade, as the genre has enjoyed it’s most prolonged period of success since the 80s, almost every year has been great for metal. If that mutes the sweeping, metal-meant-this overtures that often accompany these things, […]
If you’re part of the bloodthirsty horde here for “The List”, take another lap around the block. It’s coming, but not until next week. Otherwise, kick off your shoes join us for yet another week of new metal and the live pilgrimages with which we are forever bound.
After a two-week hiatus brought upon by the uncontrollable clatter of #reallife speeding towards the next crest in the proverbial carnival ride, This One Goes To Eleven is back and pretty much the same as ever. By this point awards season is well and truly underway, but before we get to the whole list thing, […]
Happy Friday the 13th, everyone. Let us celebrate in style.
Take a deep breath everyone. The cold withering death of November is officially in the air and to celebrate, we are releasing the floodgates on plenty of fucked up music today. Strap yourselves in, remember the safe word, and get to it.
Though typically reserved for Mothers-Against-HBO’s monthly letters to customer service, desensitization is also a fact of life for extreme music fans in the year 2015. With the metal world larger, and more inclusive, than ever before, with the once-reviling GWAR now little more than a post-everything Alice Cooper—with a fucking chainsaw solo carved into the […]
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.
Having exhausted just about every “metal” opinion in my skeleton last time out, this week arrives, mercifully, sans the big talking points. There’s still more than enough insanity to go around, however, so grab the Thorazine and let’s get at it.
Whew. What a way to start the most metal month. Sit down, sign the waiver, and prepare to get sonically beat on for the next thousand words or so.