FREEwilliamsburg’s Top 25 Albums of 2015

high-fidelity-jack-black-netflixRanking the year’s best albums is always a stressful process argued over many beers, and if we’re at it long enough, many whiskeys. This year, there were many whiskeys, and we ended up with a… different list than a lot of the ones you’ve been reading over the past month or so. We’re proud of that. These are the albums we truly enjoyed most in 2015. The entire internet will tell you to check out the new Kendrick, Grimes, Tame Impala and Sufjan records. We’ve got some of those, but not all of those. Some of our omissions may draw the ire our readers. To paraphrase FDR, “We welcome their ire.”

Just kidding. We’re not VICE.
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This One Goes To Eleven: 11 must-hear metal albums of 2015 (so far)

TOGTE11While it might be hard to believe, we are now halfway through the year, and in our crusty, charred corner of the music journalism world that means one thing and one thing only: It’s time to start brandishing premature, list-based proclamations like a street oracle does his cardboard countdown to the coming rapture. Sure, in 6 months time when the world is still standing and the sun is still slung up there in the sky, we will look idiots, but for now that’s half the fun. So, without further rambling ado, I am psyched to present This One Goes To Eleven’s 11 Must-Hear Metal Albums of 2015 (so far). Whether you’ve been following along all year or are just stopping by for the first time, you’re sure to find something heavy to sink those fangs into.

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This One Goes To Eleven: Weekly metal roundup

SighHappy Cinco De Mayo everyone. Nothing says despair like a frozen raspberry lime-a-rita, so pour one of those puppies and join us as we clank through a bone pile of new releases, face-melting shows, and crazy headlines until there’s nothing left.

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This One Goes To Eleven: Weekly metal roundup

cryptsermonIn a fit of domestication (and, in this case, transparency), I spent this past Sunday assembling IKEA furniture for my girlfriend. And as anyone who has ever spent their weekend assembling IKEA furniture can tell you, the only thing it makes you want to do is throw on something caustic and smash that pile of Swedish voodoo back into the splinters from whence it came. So here’s to that caustic something and the perhaps foolhardy hope that I can find solace in sonic destruction alone.

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