I’m gonna level with you guys: It’s been a shitty couple of weeks in the music world. I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want to live in a world without Lemmy, without Bowie, without rockstars—a world where the arbiters of “cool” are PR-approved cardboard cutouts and the escapes on offer to high […]
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.
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 […]
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.
Welcome to the very first Friday installment of This One Goes To Eleven, everyone. Semi-mandated by the new Global Release Day, proceedings have moved to an altogether badder and boozier time slot, so join me in saying TGI-motherfucking-F for the first and, mercifully, final time.