Spring has, meteorologically at least, sprung this week and with it THE REBIRTH OF TRVE, PVRE EVIL. Lol, just kidding, but there are some plenty of new metal records on the way, so dig in and have some fun.
Crazy good records on tap this week, five weeks until spring, it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses. Let’s do this.
After a typically slow January, the ol’ metal skillet is starting to heat up with a fistful of new and notable releases. Lock on and dig in, because this is where the year truly begins.
I don’t want to get into a whole thing on year-end list culture. About how it’s either a group-think circle jerk or a navel-gazing troll job. About how it’s become more about personal taste than critical analysis. About how there’s too much to listen to and too many people just looking to validate their own […]
OK, in all likelihood this will be the last one of these this year. There will be a TOGTE year-end list of some form—and also FREEWilliamsburg’s top albums which I’ll contribute blurbs to—but this is probably it for semi-poetic waxing on new releases and weekly ticket link dumping until the first week of January or […]
Last one of these suckers before Thanksgiving, so drink it in like cheap Chardonnay and bring some new tunes home to mom. WHAT TO HEAR: Leading the way this week is Let Pain Be Your Guide (Gilead Media), the debut “full-length” from emotive Texas hardcore outfit Portrayal of Guilt. Weaponizing frustration and disillusionment, Let Pain […]
We may be speeding headlong into the groupthink purgatory that is list season, but don’t worry, because there’s still plenty of fresh produce to go around…for now.
The dog days are here and the release slate proves it, so let’s keep this brief so we can all get out there and enjoy what’s left of summer.
After several crazy weeks, things cool down on the release front this weekend—the last of July, in case you’ve been slacking on your summer metal binge and need a kick in the ass. As always, however, quality reigns over quantity, and in that respect, we are doing just fine once again.
As we stumble, bleeding out and going septic, into our annual celebration of America, let This One Goes to Eleven provide the soundtrack to our geo-political angst. Hot dogs sold separately.