Another week of winter is in the books and with it, plenty of metal—both live and otherwise—to keep you warm. Huddle up and thaw those hands beside the hellfire.
Welp, the lists are officially out, and while I don’t necessarily object to semi-major sources pumping out their year-enders before December—SEO is an early-bird’s worm, after all—you won’t find one here for at least another two weeks. In other words, keep your eyes peeled and pants on. It’s coming, but as with everything in this […]
And so the weary traveler stepped through the gates of list season and was greeted with a hot meal…and a knife in the back.
Welcome to another Halloween edition of This One Goes to Eleven, where we’ll be more or less doing the same thing we do, week-in, week-out from January to January. But hey, if that’s what got you in the door today, that’s cool with me. Let the (sonic) terrors reign.
After an illness-related layoff last week, we are back with metal (and phlegm) aplenty, which seems like a fitting introduction to the bubbling grotesquery ahead. Happy Friday the 13th, everyone. WHAT TO HEAR: Batting lead off this week (it’s the MLB Playoffs!!…No? Anybody?) are long-running local trio Belus and their scathing new full length, Apophenia […]
Plenty of diamonds in the rough this week, so grab the canary and hop a mine cart headed down.
Happy Independence Day weekend, heathens. I hope your celebration of liberty (or funeral procession, given the way things are going) is filled with beers, boats, and Pantera—as it always has been and always will be.
So yeah, we celebrate Good Friday a little different around these parts. Sorry Mom, but thanks for the jelly beans anyway.
Alright, you’re busy, I’m busy, and we both know the drill by now. Fuck the line check, let’s get to it.
After last week’s brief improv, we are back on the (blast) beat today with all the metal records, shows, and hi-jinx you could ever hope to stomach. Grab that ipecac, make some room, and get ready to gorge.